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Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes
(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

Sonnet 141: 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 pleased to dote.
Nor are mine cars 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.

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Comments (8)

As I age, I think only of the mistakes I have made and the wrong choices and regret that I did not live up to my great promise.
It’s lovely how old age is compared with harvest time and ripe fruit.
You left out a line of the poem! ! ! ! What's the point of being a poetry website if you can't make sure that you're publishing the complete poem! Very shoddy work, if you ask me. BTW, the line is if people lived without accepting lies in the middle of the second stanza.
Nothing like journey of life. Beautiful! !
Soothing old people should be like apples. Beautifully written poem shared on.
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