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[prismakaos]

SONNET 141
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 hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

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[liberateanimum.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure why you posted this, but all I could think of when I read this was the following: Picard Song

@ 2:30
My love is like a fever, longing still for that which longer nurses the disease...
"Tell me more!"
YOU'LL HAVE TO CALL AGAIN
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
They in thee a thousand errors see!
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
whom in despite of view are pleased to dote--
Shall I compare thee, to a summer's day?
"Tell me more!"
YOU'LL HAVE TO CALL AGAIN

[prismakaos.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was brilliant.

The actual story isn't so good -- I was watching 10 things I hate about you, and the English teacher raps the first four lines.

[pandoradeloeste.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you. I'm glad I'm not the only one who couldn't help reading the first couple lines of the sonnet in Picard's voice, interspersed with "Tell me more!" "You'll have to call again!"