William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet CXLI.

“In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes”

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 pleas’d to dote.  
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted;    5
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,   10
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.