| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part I. | | IX. Love, being blind, hath wrought me damage sore | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | LOVE, being blind, hath wrought me damage sore; | |
| Thou, blind in this my loving, evil wast; | |
| Nor would I see the snare, being blind far more, | |
| Wherein myself, I did entangle fast. | |
| Yet hath this blindness harm done unto none | 5 |
| But unto Beauty’s buzzard, me alone. | |
| When blinded Boy did catch my harmless heart; | |
| Thou didst not see the net so intricate | |
| Which bound me (being blind, blind as Thou art!) | |
| To be a thrall in this most wretched state. | 10 |
| So that, alone to work my misery, | |
| LOVE blind is; blind wert Thou; and blinder, I. | | | | |
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