| 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, | 5 |
| Be anchor’d 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? | 10 |
| 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 err’d, | |
| And to this false plague are they now transferr’d. |