In despite of view :)

Today, one of the most famous poems in the book  J

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CXLI

  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 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.

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Turns in this one:  The but at the beginning of line 3, the but in the Petrarchan position, and the only in the Shakespearean position.  Lines 5–12 are really a (lengthier) restatement of the first quatrain, but don’t sound repetitive, and that is already a magic trick.  More tomorrow.