Being Once Blind, His Request to Bianca

When age or chance has made me blind,So that the path I cannot find,And when my falls and stumblings areMore than the stones i' th' street by far,Go thou afore, and I shall wellFollow thy perfumes by the smell;Or be my guide, and I shall beLed by some light that flows from thee.Thus held or led by thee, I shallIn ways confus'd nor slip or fall.