Sonnet 141

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 unswayed 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.

https://www.nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/141/

Praise myself:

1. Did routine
2. Posted
3. Updated
4. Ate well
5. Lived

ludicrous 馬鹿げた　こっけいな

repugnant きにくわない

Lament 嘆き悲しむ

baloney たわごと

congestion pricing 混雑料金

gratuitous いわれのない