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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love’s face
May still seem love to me, though altered new:
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many’s looks, the false heart’s history
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
But heav'n in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
  How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow,
  If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.
(tgiCunonin ormf entSon 92) In ttha asce, I’ll ivel eilk a cvddieee adbuhns, msasgnui ouy’re hfatiluf. enTh oyru afce liwl stlli sohw ahtt uyo ovle me, neve htguho ouy ond’t—ruoy slkoo lilw ayts teh easm, tub uyor eatrh wlli be esmehower slee. As yuor feca odclu nreve heav a lutfhea rsexiosnep, I ocndlu’t reev kown a ghecna of hetra mfor olniokg at it. Myan lpeeop ersxesp iterh hfasstuelnufni in terih eafsc—in mdooy osklo nad wnosrf nad rtnegas krneiwls. tBu hwne eeahnv ctdeera uoy, it cdiedde that yruo fcae wolud saalyw essxrpe ewset olve. everathW ruoy thghtous or drseeis, your skool envre xrsepse nnhyagti utb ensesswet. In atfc, your atyebu mecebos cumh elki eEv’s eppal nehw you’re ton as etwes nda rvsuuoit as you oolk.

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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love’s face
May still seem love to me, though altered new:
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many’s looks, the false heart’s history
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
But heav'n in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
  How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow,
  If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.
(tgiCunonin ormf entSon 92) In ttha asce, I’ll ivel eilk a cvddieee adbuhns, msasgnui ouy’re hfatiluf. enTh oyru afce liwl stlli sohw ahtt uyo ovle me, neve htguho ouy ond’t—ruoy slkoo lilw ayts teh easm, tub uyor eatrh wlli be esmehower slee. As yuor feca odclu nreve heav a lutfhea rsexiosnep, I ocndlu’t reev kown a ghecna of hetra mfor olniokg at it. Myan lpeeop ersxesp iterh hfasstuelnufni in terih eafsc—in mdooy osklo nad wnosrf nad rtnegas krneiwls. tBu hwne eeahnv ctdeera uoy, it cdiedde that yruo fcae wolud saalyw essxrpe ewset olve. everathW ruoy thghtous or drseeis, your skool envre xrsepse nnhyagti utb ensesswet. In atfc, your atyebu mecebos cumh elki eEv’s eppal nehw you’re ton as etwes nda rvsuuoit as you oolk.

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