Sonnet 137

　　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，

　　Be anchored in the bay where all men ride，

　　Why of eyes'falsehood hast thou forged hooks，

　　Whereto the judgement of my heart is tied？

　　Why should my heart think that a several plot

　　Which my heart knows the wide world's com