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<p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><span>SONNET 141<br>In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,<br>For they in thee a thousand errors note;<br>But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,<br>Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;<br>Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,<br>Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,<br>Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited<br>To any sensual feast with thee alone:<br>But my five wits nor my five senses can<br>Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,<br>Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,<br>Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:<br>Only my plague thus far I count my gain,<br>That she that makes me sin awards me pain.<br><br></span></p><p data-flag="normal" style="font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;font-weight:normal;text-al...