Sonnet 141
In faith, I do not love thee with
mine eyes
«William Shakespeare»
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a
thousand errors note,
But 'tis my heart
that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of
view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine cars
with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to
base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell,
desire to be invited
To any sensual feast
with thee alone:
But my five wits, nor
my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish
heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed
the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's
slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus
far I count my gain,
That she that makes
me sin, awards me pain.
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