in faith, i do not love thee with mine eyes.but 'tis my heart that loves what they despise..Who, in despite if view, is pleas'd to dote;nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delightedut 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.
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