名人诗歌|THE SONNETS by William Shakespeare (141)

CXLI

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^{1 delighted； Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone2, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast with thee alone： But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade3 one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness4 of a man, Thy proud heart's slave and vassal5 wretch6 to be： only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain.}