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;
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
- Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
- Sonnet Cxviii
- Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…”
- Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make