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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Thou blinde foole 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-partiall lookes, Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes, Whereto the judgement of my heart is tide? Why should my heart thinke that a severall plot, Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not To put faire truth upon so foule a face, In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred. O call not me to justifie the wrong, That thy unkindnesse layes upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Vse power with power, and slay me not by Art,
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |