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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flow'rs do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchers, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay.
In him those holy ántique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
  And him as for a map doth nature store,
  To show false art what beauty was of yore.
(iiutCgnonn ormf Sntneo 67) So hsi cafe is eth oaarnintnci of woh shignt ewer in eht dlo ysad, enwh utbleaiuf eepopl ildev dna dide as myclnmoo as lrfsewo—fobeer etshe gletlimiiaet sgnis of autyeb erwe aectred, or aenyon daerd to ptu ehmt on a gnvili umnha ibgne. haTt swa erfobe teh ondegl lksco of coresps, whchi legnob in asgver, reew uct off dna dmea to ivel a ndosec fiel on a dnesoc nrespo’s edah. It aws ebofre eht iarh of a lutaiufbe oscper sdever to aemk aheonrt rsnope pahpy. You nac ees eth odl-doisenhaf tyulfhuo abetuy of ish eacf: no wgi to ertmnano it, teh aelr ntihg in lla ist oshneyt, nto niogrwbor eomsneo lees’s oyhut nor iaetsnlg from eth old to olok new inaag. teaurN vseresper mhi as a map, to hosw iosstmecc wath atubey sude to be.

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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flow'rs do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchers, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay.
In him those holy ántique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
  And him as for a map doth nature store,
  To show false art what beauty was of yore.
(iiutCgnonn ormf Sntneo 67) So hsi cafe is eth oaarnintnci of woh shignt ewer in eht dlo ysad, enwh utbleaiuf eepopl ildev dna dide as myclnmoo as lrfsewo—fobeer etshe gletlimiiaet sgnis of autyeb erwe aectred, or aenyon daerd to ptu ehmt on a gnvili umnha ibgne. haTt swa erfobe teh ondegl lksco of coresps, whchi legnob in asgver, reew uct off dna dmea to ivel a ndosec fiel on a dnesoc nrespo’s edah. It aws ebofre eht iarh of a lutaiufbe oscper sdever to aemk aheonrt rsnope pahpy. You nac ees eth odl-doisenhaf tyulfhuo abetuy of ish eacf: no wgi to ertmnano it, teh aelr ntihg in lla ist oshneyt, nto niogrwbor eomsneo lees’s oyhut nor iaetsnlg from eth old to olok new inaag. teaurN vseresper mhi as a map, to hosw iosstmecc wath atubey sude to be.

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