This was really fun! Thank you for making this cool cento maker!
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My life, being made of four, with two alone
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
That beauty still may live in thine or thee
Give warning to the world that I am fled.