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Sentence #2353405

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Pfirsichbaeumchen Pfirsichbaeumchen April 3, 2013 April 3, 2013 at 12:31:34 AM UTC flag Report link Permalink

Sonnet 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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This sentence is original and was not derived from translation.

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 dispise, who in despite of view is pleased to dote.

added by Pfirsichbaeumchen, April 3, 2013

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.

edited by Cangarejo, January 13, 2024