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Sonnet 137

             ,       T    T     T      ,           2       ,
      Thou blind | fool Love, what | dost thou | to mine^eyes,
             ,        ,         ,          ,           ,
      That they | behold | and see | not what | they see:
             ,           ,      ,    T    T    .   T
      They know | what beau|ty is,| see where it lies,
            ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
      Yet what | the best | is, take | the worst | to be.
           ,         ,       ,      ,         ,
      If eyes | corrupt | by o|ver-par|tial looks,
          ,         ,        ,           ,           ,
      Be an|chored in | the bay | where all | men* ride,
       T   .   T     T           ,          ,        ,
      Why of eyes' false|hood* hast | thou for|ged hooks,
            ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      Whereto | the judg|ment of | my heart | is tied?
             ,          ,       ,             ,    2    ,
      Why should | my heart | think that | a sev|eral plot,
           2     ,       ,           T     T     T        ,
      Which my heart | knows the | wide world's com|mon place?
                 ,   ,        ,     ,             ,
      Or mine^/eyes see|ing this,| say this | is not
       .  T    T    T       ,         ,        ,
      To put fair truth | upon | so foul | a face,
       .    T     T     T         ,           ,           ,
      In things right true | my heart | and eyes | have erred,
           ,          ,        ,               ,            ,
      And to | this false | plague are | they now | transferred.

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