1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 137 

1	Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes
2	That they behold and see not what they see?
3	They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
4	Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
5	If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
6	Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
7	Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks
8	Whereto the judgement of my heart is tied?
9	Why should my heart think that a several plot
10	Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place? 
11	Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
12	To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
13	In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
14	And to this false plague are they now transferred.