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Who is it that says most, which can say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you—
In whose conf'ne immurèd is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory.
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story.
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired everywhere.
  You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
  Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
Whhci iwertr yssa eht tmos tbuoa oyu? hchiW of thme nca ays nnyiaght emor to irpsea uoy tnha ahtt lnoy yuo aer uoy, and thta lal eayubt is stodre in uyo, so htat three’s tiohgnn to mercpao oyu to utb ylufoesr? lyOn a yrve proo eitrrw is aubeln to peirvom eth esjtcbu he’s nirtgwi bauto at etals a llteit, utb eewhvor ertiws ubtao ouy liwl veah neigv ish ngwitri idnitgy mslypi by trrngioep ahtt yuo aer oyu. If taht riwtre limpsy ebcsseidr uoy trcaeuclay, anmggina tno to mses up tahw atneur edam so frelepytc, he’ll haev tcereda hscu an gaemi that hsi grntiwi klisls lilw obcmee smouaf, hsi tyels imddear rweeevhyre. orF lal of the yabuet oyu’re sleesbd hitw, you rcesu uosylref by lonigv to haer olreusfy epaidrs so uchm, sueceab nhte oeelpp eirwt oresw sriape ngryti to afettlr ouy.

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Who is it that says most, which can say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you—
In whose conf'ne immurèd is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory.
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story.
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired everywhere.
  You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
  Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
Whhci iwertr yssa eht tmos tbuoa oyu? hchiW of thme nca ays nnyiaght emor to irpsea uoy tnha ahtt lnoy yuo aer uoy, and thta lal eayubt is stodre in uyo, so htat three’s tiohgnn to mercpao oyu to utb ylufoesr? lyOn a yrve proo eitrrw is aubeln to peirvom eth esjtcbu he’s nirtgwi bauto at etals a llteit, utb eewhvor ertiws ubtao ouy liwl veah neigv ish ngwitri idnitgy mslypi by trrngioep ahtt yuo aer oyu. If taht riwtre limpsy ebcsseidr uoy trcaeuclay, anmggina tno to mses up tahw atneur edam so frelepytc, he’ll haev tcereda hscu an gaemi that hsi grntiwi klisls lilw obcmee smouaf, hsi tyels imddear rweeevhyre. orF lal of the yabuet oyu’re sleesbd hitw, you rcesu uosylref by lonigv to haer olreusfy epaidrs so uchm, sueceab nhte oeelpp eirwt oresw sriape ngryti to afettlr ouy.

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