In Faith I Do Not Love You With Mine Eyes

In faith I do not love you with mine eyes,
For they in you, For they in you a thousand errors note;
But it is my heart that loves, what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.

Nor are mine ears with your tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with you alone

But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving you,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Your 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.
Only my plague thus ,far I count my gain,
That she that makes me ,sin awards me pain.