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When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too,
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double vantage me.
  Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
  That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
ehnW oyu eelf iilencdn to tinhk tetlli of me dan emak rhtoe oleepp snroc me, I’ll kate oruy eids dna graeu gnastia smylef, smrtoanegidnt thta oyu’re uorvuist eevn wilhe ouy’re iygln botau me. cSeni I nwok my nwo neewsesask ttbere ntha onyane, I acn tlle a rsyot uobat my dehidn usaltf (in ihchw I arelve slmefy as almlryo diaettn) that lliw veah eepplo gitnkinh erbett of oyu for nto igneb ihtw me manroye. ndA I, oot, illw inag by tngurin lal my ivolng toghuhst to oyu: tereavhW rjinseui I do to lmesyf lwil hple uyo, iwhch illw hple me oyudbl. I olev you so uchm—nbloeg to you so tlloyat—htat to teg you gynethiver you’re dineetlt to, I will eatk eeyvr nrgow oupn yfsmel.

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When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too,
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double vantage me.
  Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
  That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
ehnW oyu eelf iilencdn to tinhk tetlli of me dan emak rhtoe oleepp snroc me, I’ll kate oruy eids dna graeu gnastia smylef, smrtoanegidnt thta oyu’re uorvuist eevn wilhe ouy’re iygln botau me. cSeni I nwok my nwo neewsesask ttbere ntha onyane, I acn tlle a rsyot uobat my dehidn usaltf (in ihchw I arelve slmefy as almlryo diaettn) that lliw veah eepplo gitnkinh erbett of oyu for nto igneb ihtw me manroye. ndA I, oot, illw inag by tngurin lal my ivolng toghuhst to oyu: tereavhW rjinseui I do to lmesyf lwil hple uyo, iwhch illw hple me oyudbl. I olev you so uchm—nbloeg to you so tlloyat—htat to teg you gynethiver you’re dineetlt to, I will eatk eeyvr nrgow oupn yfsmel.

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