From Sonnet XLVIII:
And even thence thou wilt be stol’n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Irreverent historian Howard Zinn offered to let vast upbeat hope touch fresh lives.
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