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.
These writings are a part of my existence, my anonymous existence, my half discovered philosophies, my relentless search for life, my half-made and some ready-made principles and my strength to be. Just be. And the anticipation of all that is yet to come. To the mind that thrives in solitude: Wonder and Wander.
Mar 18, 2011
Shakespeare Sonnet 141: In Faith I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes
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beautiful....♥
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