1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 141 

1	In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
2	For they in thee a thousand errors note#
3	But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
4	Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
5	Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
6	Nor tender feeling to base touches prone#
7	Nor taste nor smell desire to be invited
8	To any sensual feast with thee alone#
9	But my five wits nor my five senses can
10	Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
11	Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
12	Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal-wretch to be.
13	Only my plague thus far I count my gain:
14	That she that makes me sin awards me pain.