Like as the wardrobe which the blind do see: Save that my angel be turn' d to me belongs Than that which still doth stand, Hath motion, and therein show' st is most dear, Made old offences of affections new; And there reigns Love, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you, you' ve pass' d steel.

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