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Original text:
Sonnet 10
Shee whoe I serve to wryte did not despyse
few words, but wch with wonder filde my spryte
how from darck incke as from springs of delight
beawtie, sweetnes, grace, ioye and loue showld ryse
Til I remembered, that those fairest eyes
whose beams are ioies and loue did lend their light
that happy hand, those blessed words did wryte
wch where it towcheth, marcks of beawtie ties
Those ruby lips ful of Nectar diuine
a rosy breath sis on the words bestowe,
that heauenly face did on the paper shine
from whose least motion thowsand graces flowe
And that faier minde the subject did approue,
wch is itself, all other prais aboue
1590s-1600s
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Contemporary text:
Sonnet 10
She whom I serve to write did not despise—
Few words, but which with wonder filled my sprite
How from dark ink, as from springs of delight,
Beauty, sweetness, grace, joy and love should rise;
Till I remembered, that those fairest eyes
Whose beams are joys and love did lend their light,
That happy hand, those blessed words did write
Which where it toucheth, marks of beauty ties;
Those ruby lips, full of nectar divine,
A rosy breath sis on the words bestow,
That heavenly face did on the paper shine
From whose least motion thousand graces flow,
And that fair mind the subject did approve,
Which is itself, all other praise above.
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