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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.
heTos rtaps of oyu ttha ear bisveli to het dwrol lkca ihtngon, dna no eon udlco iemgain imnorgivp meth. dyeovbryE dstiam shti eeserlnvyrud, htoghu eyth’re nloy ngiasy atwh’s yluoivbso rteu—hwat eevn ryuo mnieese erisap oyu orf. Tush, yuor tdieuso is adewerrd hitw clbupi serpai. tuB eth amse lppeeo hwo vieg yuo eht siprae ryuo aubyet vrdeeess keat qietu nerhota ktca cone ehty’ve lekodo noedby the seaufrc. hTese oelppe meinxae the ebtyua of uyor dimn dan reahccatr, nda htye sesug at hwta’s in ethre by givrensob rouy tniaocs. nThe, htgohu hyet jedgud ruyo nppaaercae nilkyd, rhtie hrhsa oghshttu llet hetm that utlaoghh uoy praape uelaitubf uoy mlsel roprtuc. So, if you don’t ellsm as oodg as you kloo, sith is the enosar: Yuo’re aghnign out thwi lfosiewl.

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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.
heTos rtaps of oyu ttha ear bisveli to het dwrol lkca ihtngon, dna no eon udlco iemgain imnorgivp meth. dyeovbryE dstiam shti eeserlnvyrud, htoghu eyth’re nloy ngiasy atwh’s yluoivbso rteu—hwat eevn ryuo mnieese erisap oyu orf. Tush, yuor tdieuso is adewerrd hitw clbupi serpai. tuB eth amse lppeeo hwo vieg yuo eht siprae ryuo aubyet vrdeeess keat qietu nerhota ktca cone ehty’ve lekodo noedby the seaufrc. hTese oelppe meinxae the ebtyua of uyor dimn dan reahccatr, nda htye sesug at hwta’s in ethre by givrensob rouy tniaocs. nThe, htgohu hyet jedgud ruyo nppaaercae nilkyd, rhtie hrhsa oghshttu llet hetm that utlaoghh uoy praape uelaitubf uoy mlsel roprtuc. So, if you don’t ellsm as oodg as you kloo, sith is the enosar: Yuo’re aghnign out thwi lfosiewl.

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