Mistress Fitton



     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 eares with thy tongues 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 my foolish heart from serving thee,
     Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
     Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
     Only my plague, thus far I count my gain,
     That she that makes me sin-awards me pain,


Note the repetition of certain words, we find-mine, mine,
heart, heart, nor, nor, nor, five, five.

Here Bacon tells us that he does not love Mistress Fitton with
his eyes because they see in her a thousand errors (wrong doings) that his heart loves what his eyes despise and that in spite of what his eyes see-his heart is pleased to dote (be weakly
affectionate)-that his ears are not delighted when she speaks,
nor tender feeling-taste or smell or desire to be invited to her
company-that none of his five senses (sight, hearing, smell,
taste and touch) can dissuade (give advice against) his heart
from serving (worshipping) her-that these things leaves un-
swayed (uninfluenced) a man who is a slave (one who is sub-
missively devoted) to her proud heart and who is her wretched
(miserable) vassal (slave).  That it is only his plague (fever)-that
his only gain is that she that has made him sin, awards (grants)
him pain (suffering).

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