Sonnet 137

Thou blinde foole loue, what doost thou to mine eyes,That they behold and see not what they see:They know what beautie is, see where it lyes,Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes,Be anchord in the baye where all men ride,Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes.Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide?Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot,Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is notTo put faire truth vpon so foule a face,In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred,And to this false plague are they now transferred.