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I was reading over a Shakespearean sonnet or two today (para que no olvide lo que he aprendido en escuela), and I came across Sonnet 141 (CXLI if you're Roman). I'm fairly certain that you have heard an excerpt or two of it, but I really does please me to flood your friends pages with the great writings of The Bard himself. However, I suppose that I am using his writings to illustrate who I am. I must assume that anyone that reads this must know who I am (to a certain degree, anyway).
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.
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.