Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLI

Sonnet CXL

Sonnet CXLII

CXLI

 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 unsway'd 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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Sonnet CXL

Sonnet CXLII