| 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. |