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 Unsway'D 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.