• Sonnet Cxlviii.
    o ME! what eyes hath Love put in my head
    Which have no correspondence with true sight!
    Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled
    That censures falsely what they see aright?
    If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
    What means the world to say it is not so?
    If it be not, then love doth well denote
    Love’s eye is...

  • From “Samson Agonistes”
    O LOSS of sight, of thee I must complain!
    Blind among enemies, O, worse than chains,
    Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
    Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct,
    And all her various objects of delight
    Annulled, which might in part my grief have eased.
    Inferior to the vilest now become
    Of man or worm...

  • When I consider how my light is spent
      Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
      And that one talent, which is death to hide,
      Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
    To serve therewith my Maker, and present
      My true account, lest he returning chide;
      “Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”
      I fondly ask. But...