Sonnet 137
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou
to mine eyes
«William Shakespeare»
Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold and
see not what they see?
They know what beauty
is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is,
take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by
over-partial looks,
Be anchored in the
bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'
falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment
of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart
think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows
the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes seeing
this, say this is not
To put fair truth
upon so foul a face?
In things right true
my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false
plague are they now transferred.
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