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