Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and EpigramsWhy Love is blind
O
For, he with sight of that, that I behold,
Vanquish’d had been, against all godly kind:
His bow your hand, and truss should have unfold;
And he with me to serve had been assign’d:
But, for he blind, and reckless would him hold,
And still by chance his deadly strokes bestow;
With such as see, I serve, and suffer woe.