Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, <br /> That they behold, and see not what they see? <br /> They know what beauty is, see where it lies, <br /> Yet what the best is take the worst to be. <br /> If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks <br /> Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, <br /> Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, <br /> Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? <br /> Why should my heart think that a several plot <br /> Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? <br /> Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, <br /> To put fair truth upon so foul a face? <br /> In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, <br /> And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cxxxvii/
