Sonet 141
22.41
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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 ears 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.
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 ears 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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I Swear, I do not love you with my eyes
For they see all of your errors and imperfections
Yet my heart loves what my eyes dislike
And my heart, despite your looks, is pleased to love you without judgement
My ears are not delighted by the sound of your voice
Nor my delicate sense of touch eager to feel you
Neither taste nor smell trigger my desire
To indulge my senses with you
But my five senses and five wits cannot
Dissuade my foolish heart from being your servant
My empty body stands behind uncontrolled
While my heart is your lowly, wretched slave
I only gain one thing by being plagued with love for you
The woman who makes me sin rewards me with torment
-- William Shakespare
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