Sonnet CXXXVII page 1 of 3

AdHocFerox on March 3, 2006

Well, I done got all artistic, or whatever, again. Same as the last one, but based on a different one of Shakespeare’s sonnets.
this one to be exact:



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 anchored 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 transferred.



I applied it to Feever again too. But he’s so poetically tragic, it just seemed to fit.