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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 137<br>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></p>