Sonnet 141

　　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 serv