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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 aimtd thta uyo eenwr’t rriaedm to my roypte, so oyu’re ont gidon hnngitya nrowg if uyo drae whta torhe wirtres ysa aobut uoy in eth soobk teyh ddectiea to uyo—oyu, eht tbaufulie sceujbt hatt seslbse ireht ooskb. uYo rea as wbllkageedeno as uoy rae uuliaebft, adn you ees that I’m pbiacnlae of sanpgiri you ffnyisucteil, so you’re fedcor to olko naagi rfo smeo nerwe, erresfh ritwer in eesth days of lirtyare imntoesevmpr. Go aedha dan do so, my levo. tYe ewihl eeths serritw haev nnteiedv tewhraev ltoerbeaa isytclsti eicesdv tehy cna rwobro rofm itehrrco, you ludow be roem tltuhufyrl eeertdrespn, nseic you’re ltruy eafubtuli, by hte rtue, lainp wsrod of ruoy rthut-lglinet fenidr. And the orwobnvel paesri of thsee hetor ietsrrw ghimt be more rpiperlayopat iepadlp to peoelp owh ende to be diiuefatbe. orF you, csuh roleichtra csesex is duemiss.

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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 aimtd thta uyo eenwr’t rriaedm to my roypte, so oyu’re ont gidon hnngitya nrowg if uyo drae whta torhe wirtres ysa aobut uoy in eth soobk teyh ddectiea to uyo—oyu, eht tbaufulie sceujbt hatt seslbse ireht ooskb. uYo rea as wbllkageedeno as uoy rae uuliaebft, adn you ees that I’m pbiacnlae of sanpgiri you ffnyisucteil, so you’re fedcor to olko naagi rfo smeo nerwe, erresfh ritwer in eesth days of lirtyare imntoesevmpr. Go aedha dan do so, my levo. tYe ewihl eeths serritw haev nnteiedv tewhraev ltoerbeaa isytclsti eicesdv tehy cna rwobro rofm itehrrco, you ludow be roem tltuhufyrl eeertdrespn, nseic you’re ltruy eafubtuli, by hte rtue, lainp wsrod of ruoy rthut-lglinet fenidr. And the orwobnvel paesri of thsee hetor ietsrrw ghimt be more rpiperlayopat iepadlp to peoelp owh ende to be diiuefatbe. orF you, csuh roleichtra csesex is duemiss.

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