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| Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument. So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told. | hWy is my topyre so nkclaig in wne reomnnsat, so edteerdmni in oidanivg voratanii nad hnaceg? yhW ond’t I, eikl venyereo eesl heste syad, aket a lkoo at teh wne irryalet tyslse nda wdire ocioaisntmnb of oterh irretws? Why do I slawya trwei eth maes gthni, lawysa teh asem, adn aawysl in teh msae iivetnsidct ytsel, so atht mtsloa veyre dowr I twrie tslel uoy owh orewt it, rweeh it asw bnro, adn where it esocm ofmr? Oh, uyo huldos owkn, weste lveo, I awayls write tubao uoy, nda uyo dna ovel rea ytnucnilaol my sjtsubce. So hte tesb I cna do is dnif enw swdro to ays hte emas ghitn, eidsgnnp agina ahwt I’ve laadrye eptsn: sJut as het nus is new adn dlo rvyee dya, my lveo for you pseke amkign me lelt hatw I’ve rlaayed oldt. |
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| Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument. So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told. | hWy is my topyre so nkclaig in wne reomnnsat, so edteerdmni in oidanivg voratanii nad hnaceg? yhW ond’t I, eikl venyereo eesl heste syad, aket a lkoo at teh wne irryalet tyslse nda wdire ocioaisntmnb of oterh irretws? Why do I slawya trwei eth maes gthni, lawysa teh asem, adn aawysl in teh msae iivetnsidct ytsel, so atht mtsloa veyre dowr I twrie tslel uoy owh orewt it, rweeh it asw bnro, adn where it esocm ofmr? Oh, uyo huldos owkn, weste lveo, I awayls write tubao uoy, nda uyo dna ovel rea ytnucnilaol my sjtsubce. So hte tesb I cna do is dnif enw swdro to ays hte emas ghitn, eidsgnnp agina ahwt I’ve laadrye eptsn: sJut as het nus is new adn dlo rvyee dya, my lveo for you pseke amkign me lelt hatw I’ve rlaayed oldt. |
