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