Praise blindness` eyes for seeing is deceit
Be dumb vain tongue words are but flatt`ring winds
Break heart and bleed for there is no receipt
To purge inconstancy from most men`s minds.
And so I watched amazed and could not move
I know my dream was true and yet I love.

And if thine ears false Heralds to thy heart
Convey unto thy head hopes to obtain
The tell thy hearing thou art deaf by art
Now love is art that wanted to be plain

Now none is bald except they see his brains
Affection is not known till one be dead
Reward for love are labors for his pains
Love`s quiver made of gold his shafts of lead.