To the Senses <br /> <br />When conquering Love did first my Heart assail, <br />Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense, <br />Doubting, if that proud tyrant should prevail, <br />My Heart should suffer for mine Eyes' offence; <br />But he with Beauty first corrupted Sight, <br />My Hearing bribed with her tongue's harmony, <br />My Taste by her sweet lips drawn with delight, <br />My Smelling won with her breath's spicery. <br />But when my Touching came to play his part <br />(The King of Senses, greater than the rest), <br />He yields Love up the keys unto my Heart, <br />And tells the other how they should be blest. <br />And thus by those of whom I hop'd for aid <br />To cruel Love my Soul was first betray'd.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxix-when-conquering-love/
