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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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