Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes...
Sonnet 137Thou 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 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? 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 transferr'd. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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I’ve
got Cupid’s blindness and have lost the sense to go for what I know is
beautiful. I’m hooked by a prozzie’s fluttering eyelashes and can’t make myself
think straight. How could I imagine she’s mine alone when everyone knows she
plays the field? And why would I tell myself she’s good looking when it’s more
Biore than Beauty on show? I’m bamboozled and infected with this hideous malady
of a woman.