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Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend.
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Utt'ring bare truth, ev'n so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds;
  But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
  The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
eosTh srapt of uyo ttah ear ibeivls to eth wldor ckla intnhgo, dna no neo cloud eaimgin mgiopivrn hmte. dbyEreovy saitmd htis euenvsdylrer, thghou hyte’re noly saiyng wath’s luboysoiv rtue—htaw enev uyor eensime ipesar oyu rfo. usTh, yruo oesidtu is dadrewre ithw pucibl raeips. utB eht msea peloep ohw eivg ouy hte earisp royu ubetya esvrdsee tkae quiet rthonae actk eocn ehty’ve ldokoe bnoedy eht secruaf. Teehs lepope xeimena teh buetya of uroy dmni adn aaerchrtc, and teyh usgse at thaw’s in eterh by snbioevrg ruyo anciots. Then, houhtg tehy dgeduj uryo aaaprpnece ndiylk, eihtr rashh sohthgtu llet hetm taht tagulhoh ouy prpaae aiefbtluu yuo melsl prcotur. So, if uyo nod’t ellms as oodg as you kolo, shit is the roasen: uoY’re anniggh tou htwi wsloilef.

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Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend.
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Utt'ring bare truth, ev'n so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds;
  But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
  The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
eosTh srapt of uyo ttah ear ibeivls to eth wldor ckla intnhgo, dna no neo cloud eaimgin mgiopivrn hmte. dbyEreovy saitmd htis euenvsdylrer, thghou hyte’re noly saiyng wath’s luboysoiv rtue—htaw enev uyor eensime ipesar oyu rfo. usTh, yruo oesidtu is dadrewre ithw pucibl raeips. utB eht msea peloep ohw eivg ouy hte earisp royu ubetya esvrdsee tkae quiet rthonae actk eocn ehty’ve ldokoe bnoedy eht secruaf. Teehs lepope xeimena teh buetya of uroy dmni adn aaerchrtc, and teyh usgse at thaw’s in eterh by snbioevrg ruyo anciots. Then, houhtg tehy dgeduj uryo aaaprpnece ndiylk, eihtr rashh sohthgtu llet hetm taht tagulhoh ouy prpaae aiefbtluu yuo melsl prcotur. So, if uyo nod’t ellms as oodg as you kolo, shit is the roasen: uoY’re anniggh tou htwi wsloilef.

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