Sonnet 137. Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

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 judgment of my heart is tied?