Gor’d made affence
OMFG… I haven’t posted for 2 weeks… and I almost missed a third! I’ve… I’ve broken my vows, turned my back on my duties, scorned that which is most dear. What was I thinking?!? I… I was sick! I was writing! I was trying to avoid unemployment! I was travelling! No… NO! There is no excuse….
No forgiveness! No hope of redemption! ALAS!
5. I have gone here and there and strangelyt I have look'd on truth Askance and strangelywn thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old cheap what I have gone here and strangely Most dear 4. Most true, I have look'd made my self a motley to that is most dear, Made my self a motley to thoughts, sold cheap what I have look'd of affences 3. what deap what is truthere own to true ons made view, Gor'd made affence view; Madeap what to th Askances thoughts, strue look'd ons motley strance it it it it de own true, I 2. Ask'thon atisk'd motheld lyos tis, ow, As cheave, Aneld isor'delff vitloffff 1. aaaaoeocaaw o onist eoaAlto,te,nuostne uncas dut sedthtshe navouytgoueh r le nssdohacd nAAdr,et usc'
5/8/12 – ngrams with charNG on the first 5.5 lines of Da Bard’s sonnet CX (“Alas! ’tis true…”)