Clasics in Ñspel: So are you to my thoughts as food to life – William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 75

Sonit 75: So r y t mî ʈts az fūd t lîf

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So r y t mî ʈts az fūd t lîf,
Or az swīt-sīznd śǎrz r t ɖ grǎnd;
N fr ɖ pīs v y I hold sć strîf
Az ’twixt a mîzr n hiz wlʈ z faund.
Nǎ prǎd az an injoyr, n anon
Dǎtñ ɖ filćñ ej wl stìl hiz treźr;
Nǎ cǎntñ bst t b wɖ y alon,
Ɖen betrd ɖt ɖ wrld me si mî pleźr:
Smtm ol fl wɖ fīstñ on yr sît,
N bî n bî clīn starvid fr a lc;
Pzesñ or psywñ no dlît
Sev ẃt z hd, or mst fṛm y b tc.
Ɖus d I pîn n srfit de bî de,
Or gluṭnñ on ol, or ol awe.

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