Shakespeare's Sonnet 137

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 judgement 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 err’d,And to this false plague are they now transferr’d.

Love, you blind fool, what are you doing to my eyes, so that they look without seeing what they see? They know what beauty is and where to find it, yet mistake the worst for the best. If my eyes, corrupted by favoritism, are anchored in the bay where every man docks, why have you made hooks out of their lies and fastened my heart’s judgment to them?
Why should my heart think that land is private property when it knows it is open to the whole world? Or why should my eyes see this and deny it, giving the appearance of honest beauty to such an ugly face? My heart and eyes have been wrong about what is plainly true, and now they have given themselves over to this deceitful curse.