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The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robb'ry had annexed thy breath;
But for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker ate him up to death.
  More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see
  But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.
(tngnuiCino rmof tSeonn 98) isTh is who I dlecosd teh oremsupusutp itevlo: “teSwe efith, hweer did uyo steal ryuo seewt eslml frmo if otn rfom my eloedvb’s tebhar? Yuo obvyiuosl ogt thta rlpepu cloor uyo’re so druop of by idgyn uflseryo in sih boold.” I mndenoecd eht lyli ofr ngatisel sti heistsnew orfm uyro dnah dna het rjmmarao sdbu for isaetlgn ryuo urlyc hiar. hTe sores sootd by yinuaolsx, the erd eno nhbglius in mhase, the hteiw one elap hitw rspeadi, ngnkoiw yhte were ligtuy of aistgnel oryu rcosol oto. A tirdh soer, tehrnei rde onr wehit, dah loetns thbo rde adn htwei frmo oyru menclpoixo, dna daded to ihs byboerr the selml of your artbhe. tBu as mnhunsetpi for sih httef, a vulneegf rmow teydrseod the rseo tsuj at sit tosdperu trowgh. I nedotic rhote esflwor, and I dnoclu’t see nya htat dhna’t nesolt its sseenstew or orclo from ouy.

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The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robb'ry had annexed thy breath;
But for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker ate him up to death.
  More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see
  But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.
(tngnuiCino rmof tSeonn 98) isTh is who I dlecosd teh oremsupusutp itevlo: “teSwe efith, hweer did uyo steal ryuo seewt eslml frmo if otn rfom my eloedvb’s tebhar? Yuo obvyiuosl ogt thta rlpepu cloor uyo’re so druop of by idgyn uflseryo in sih boold.” I mndenoecd eht lyli ofr ngatisel sti heistsnew orfm uyro dnah dna het rjmmarao sdbu for isaetlgn ryuo urlyc hiar. hTe sores sootd by yinuaolsx, the erd eno nhbglius in mhase, the hteiw one elap hitw rspeadi, ngnkoiw yhte were ligtuy of aistgnel oryu rcosol oto. A tirdh soer, tehrnei rde onr wehit, dah loetns thbo rde adn htwei frmo oyru menclpoixo, dna daded to ihs byboerr the selml of your artbhe. tBu as mnhunsetpi for sih httef, a vulneegf rmow teydrseod the rseo tsuj at sit tosdperu trowgh. I nedotic rhote esflwor, and I dnoclu’t see nya htat dhna’t nesolt its sseenstew or orclo from ouy.

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