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I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set.
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet’s debt.
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb.
For I impair not beauty, being mute,
When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
  There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
  Than both your poets can in praise devise.
It veren smdeee to me atth uoy enedde to be spdraie, so I nveer eibdecdsr ruyo eytuba twih rsfpeou or aeteoablr ceirhrot. I dclou ese (or I hgtohtu I duolc ees) htat uoy rwee ettreb hatn nay eirpsa a pteo doluc evgi oyu. feorreThe, I veanh’t xetdree sflmye to eisbcedr yuo, so ahtt uoy suflyeor, iecns uoy’re siltl leiav, ucdol swho yederoyvb hwo cmhu ermo royhwt oyu ear ahnt my cnocoelpamm rgitniw lyset nac sdceebir. ouY ddeecid ttah tihs nelcise on my ratp aws a luaft, utb I’m lryaulcptair ourdp of my esteunsm. By ragiminen ntslie, at tslae I don’t amgeda uryo atbyeu, wreseah ohert srrtiwe yrt to ibrgn you to ilef in hiter igrtiwn, nda likl you iednsat. Yuo seopsss erom file in neo of uyro iuaubtfel esey naht lla of oruy espot doclu nntvei by nriagpsi ouy.

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I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set.
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet’s debt.
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb.
For I impair not beauty, being mute,
When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
  There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
  Than both your poets can in praise devise.
It veren smdeee to me atth uoy enedde to be spdraie, so I nveer eibdecdsr ruyo eytuba twih rsfpeou or aeteoablr ceirhrot. I dclou ese (or I hgtohtu I duolc ees) htat uoy rwee ettreb hatn nay eirpsa a pteo doluc evgi oyu. feorreThe, I veanh’t xetdree sflmye to eisbcedr yuo, so ahtt uoy suflyeor, iecns uoy’re siltl leiav, ucdol swho yederoyvb hwo cmhu ermo royhwt oyu ear ahnt my cnocoelpamm rgitniw lyset nac sdceebir. ouY ddeecid ttah tihs nelcise on my ratp aws a luaft, utb I’m lryaulcptair ourdp of my esteunsm. By ragiminen ntslie, at tslae I don’t amgeda uryo atbyeu, wreseah ohert srrtiwe yrt to ibrgn you to ilef in hiter igrtiwn, nda likl you iednsat. Yuo seopsss erom file in neo of uyro iuaubtfel esey naht lla of oruy espot doclu nntvei by nriagpsi ouy.

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