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 anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgement 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.
