Sonnet 137
The Dark Lady: Desire
- 1 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
- 2 That they behold, and see not what they see?
- 3 They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
- 4 Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
- 5 If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
- 6 Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
- 7 Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
- 8 Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
- 9 Why should my heart think that a several plot,
- 10 Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
- 11 Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
- 12 To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
- 13 In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,
- 14 And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.