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 anchor’d in the bay where all men ride,

Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forgèd 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 transferred.

Desire, why are you such a fool,

Twisting things so much for me?

My eyes know what beauty is real

But insist they prefer what you see.

And if you let my eyes be hooked,

Junkies where all men hide,

Could you not have provided a way to protect

My heart from becoming so tied?

My heart now believes something’s special

That’s obviously nothing of the sort.

And my eyes are giving treatment that’s preferential

To an ugly, malevolent sport.

Heart and eyes both, you were in delusion.

And soon what you’ll be is in collusion.