my faith of love

in faith, 

i do not love thee with mine eyes.

but 'tis my heart that loves what they despise..

Who, i

n despite if view,

 is pleas'd to dote;

nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted:

but my five wits nor my five senses can dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be;

only my plague thus far i count my gain,

that she makes me sin awards me pain.