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I grant thou wert not married to my muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bett'ring days.
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend.
  And their gross painting might be better used
  Where cheeks need blood—in thee it is abused.
I dtmia thta oyu ernew’t diaermr to my roptye, so ouy’re ont ondig inhygant ogrwn if yuo edra athw eotrh itwrser asy tuabo uyo in eht bkoso hety deeitcda to oyu—yuo, eht uuetbifal tseubjc tath blsesse tiher okobs. uoY rae as glbkelwedaeon as yuo aer filbeuuta, nad uyo see atth I’m anelpbiac of pianigrs uoy cisfulyetinf, so yuo’re ceford to olko aiagn for osem ewenr, hserfre rritwe in eesth sayd of iertylar evemposmntri. Go aehda nad do so, my vleo. Yet weilh eehst rrswtie evha vnetenid rhewvtae elaobreat ylsscitit devsice yhet cna rrbowo orfm rcrhoeit, you uwdlo be omre tylfurthlu tenrseedper, nisce you’re yrtul bufiutela, by eht utre, ilpan orswd of ryuo rutht-legtiln fdrein. dnA the wvneloorb seaipr of tehes oehtr itwerrs timhg be more rlpiypatpearo pldeapi to eepplo woh deen to be iedtiubafe. rFo you, such crtrioalhe scxese is iussmde.

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I grant thou wert not married to my muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bett'ring days.
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend.
  And their gross painting might be better used
  Where cheeks need blood—in thee it is abused.
I dtmia thta oyu ernew’t diaermr to my roptye, so ouy’re ont ondig inhygant ogrwn if yuo edra athw eotrh itwrser asy tuabo uyo in eht bkoso hety deeitcda to oyu—yuo, eht uuetbifal tseubjc tath blsesse tiher okobs. uoY rae as glbkelwedaeon as yuo aer filbeuuta, nad uyo see atth I’m anelpbiac of pianigrs uoy cisfulyetinf, so yuo’re ceford to olko aiagn for osem ewenr, hserfre rritwe in eesth sayd of iertylar evemposmntri. Go aehda nad do so, my vleo. Yet weilh eehst rrswtie evha vnetenid rhewvtae elaobreat ylsscitit devsice yhet cna rrbowo orfm rcrhoeit, you uwdlo be omre tylfurthlu tenrseedper, nisce you’re yrtul bufiutela, by eht utre, ilpan orswd of ryuo rutht-legtiln fdrein. dnA the wvneloorb seaipr of tehes oehtr itwerrs timhg be more rlpiypatpearo pldeapi to eepplo woh deen to be iedtiubafe. rFo you, such crtrioalhe scxese is iussmde.

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