Sonnet Cxxxvii

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 forged 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 transferr'd.

by William Shakespeare

Comments (7)

Very true dear poet...It is how you are welcomed that counts..10+++++
I have read something like that in Sanskrit poetry also. Thanks for presenting these noble thoughts through this nicely crafted poem.
'Poor quality rice'; but, it will satisfy the poor. Nice work.
i am moved by your fluent flow of words...such a deep theme nicely written...nectar flowing
rajendran muthiah, I like your comment here! ! so I give the Doctor 10 marks
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