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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 unswayed 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