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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 pleas'd to dote. | |||
Nor are my 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 heart's slave and vassal wretch to be: | |||
Only my plague thus far I count my gain, | |||
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.}} | |||
''William Shakespeare (Sonnet CXLI)'' | |||
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- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2020-01-01). Score information: Letter (landscape), 8 pages, 259 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
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General Information
Title: In faith, I do not love thee
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2019
Description: One of an on-going SAB project called "Book of Sonnets"
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
English text
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 pleas'd to dote.
Nor are my 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 heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet CXLI)