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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.
(iinugtnoCn omfr onneSt 92) In ahtt ecsa, I’ll ievl ekli a eciededv hausdbn, nsamiusg uoy’re hatfuilf. hnTe ouyr faec lliw illts wsoh thta ouy eovl me, enev thguoh oyu dno’t—yuro kolso lwil yats teh mesa, utb uoyr trahe llwi be seeoermwh seel. As ouyr ecaf oudcl veern evha a eltuhaf nesopiesrx, I cndoul’t reve konw a echgan of ahert mrof oongkil at it. anMy pelope xersspe tiehr nifunsesathflu in hreit asefc—in yoomd soolk nda fwsnro dna ntegsar wkilesrn. Btu ehnw neeahv eadrtec yuo, it cediedd atth rouy face owdlu ywsala pesresx teswe lveo. aevheWrt oyru tuhghost or eisserd, oruy osokl nerev esespxr nanigthy ubt wssetesen. In cfta, ruyo yeabut oesbmce muhc kiel evE’s aplep wehn uyo’re ton as sewte dna svuruito as you oklo.

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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.
(iinugtnoCn omfr onneSt 92) In ahtt ecsa, I’ll ievl ekli a eciededv hausdbn, nsamiusg uoy’re hatfuilf. hnTe ouyr faec lliw illts wsoh thta ouy eovl me, enev thguoh oyu dno’t—yuro kolso lwil yats teh mesa, utb uoyr trahe llwi be seeoermwh seel. As ouyr ecaf oudcl veern evha a eltuhaf nesopiesrx, I cndoul’t reve konw a echgan of ahert mrof oongkil at it. anMy pelope xersspe tiehr nifunsesathflu in hreit asefc—in yoomd soolk nda fwsnro dna ntegsar wkilesrn. Btu ehnw neeahv eadrtec yuo, it cediedd atth rouy face owdlu ywsala pesresx teswe lveo. aevheWrt oyru tuhghost or eisserd, oruy osokl nerev esespxr nanigthy ubt wssetesen. In cfta, ruyo yeabut oesbmce muhc kiel evE’s aplep wehn uyo’re ton as sewte dna svuruito as you oklo.

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