A LOVER’S COMPLAINT

In faith, I do not love you with my eyes

For they in you a thousand errors will note;

But this is my heart that loves what they despise

Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote

Nor are my ears with your tongue’s tune delighted

Nor tender feeling to base prone touches

Nor taste nor smell desire to be invited

To any sensual feast with you alone

But my five wits nor my five senses can

Dissuade one foolish heart from serving you

Who leaves unswayed the likeness of man

Your 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

From Sonnets and ‘A lover’s complaint’, Shakespeare

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[1] Memandang rendah, memandang hina

[2] Bertingkah seperti anak-anak

[3] Mudah didapat

[4] Bersenang-senang, pesta-pora

[5] Akal

[6] Meminta untuk tidak melakukan

[7] Sway : lenggang, gerakan, tingkah laku

[8] Budak yang celaka, budak yang hina

[9] Godaan

[10] Demikian, hingga