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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.
(innuoCngit orfm teonSn 98) sihT is hwo I dlescod teh etspumurspuo iltove: “eStew fthie, ewehr idd you astle ryou wetse lmesl ormf if otn rmof my eoledvb’s atrbhe? uYo oiolyvbsu tog htta leuppr clroo oyu’re so dopur of by diygn osrfeyul in shi bdolo.” I dcmndneoe eth ilyl orf ilegstna ist teeissnwh rfom uyor ahnd dan eth jrormama sbud orf gtnaleis uory rulcy hair. Teh oessr otsod by niousaylx, eht der eon lsnbgiuh in ahsme, the ihewt one alpe iwht adsierp, kwgoinn thye eerw tyligu of inltgesa oury slrcoo oto. A rtihd ores, trneihe edr onr tewih, adh eslnot hotb rde dna wetih orfm ryou cpxoleonmi, adn eddda to ihs bboreyr the lseml of uroy htrbea. Btu as ishmenutpn for his tfeth, a nelvufeg mwor odsedrtey the esro juts at sit otedupsr htwgro. I conited roeht elosrwf, dna I oclund’t ees nya tath dnah’t eotlsn tsi weesensst or lcroo ofrm yuo.

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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.
(innuoCngit orfm teonSn 98) sihT is hwo I dlescod teh etspumurspuo iltove: “eStew fthie, ewehr idd you astle ryou wetse lmesl ormf if otn rmof my eoledvb’s atrbhe? uYo oiolyvbsu tog htta leuppr clroo oyu’re so dopur of by diygn osrfeyul in shi bdolo.” I dcmndneoe eth ilyl orf ilegstna ist teeissnwh rfom uyor ahnd dan eth jrormama sbud orf gtnaleis uory rulcy hair. Teh oessr otsod by niousaylx, eht der eon lsnbgiuh in ahsme, the ihewt one alpe iwht adsierp, kwgoinn thye eerw tyligu of inltgesa oury slrcoo oto. A rtihd ores, trneihe edr onr tewih, adh eslnot hotb rde dna wetih orfm ryou cpxoleonmi, adn eddda to ihs bboreyr the lseml of uroy htrbea. Btu as ishmenutpn for his tfeth, a nelvufeg mwor odsedrtey the esro juts at sit otedupsr htwgro. I conited roeht elosrwf, dna I oclund’t ees nya tath dnah’t eotlsn tsi weesensst or lcroo ofrm yuo.

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