Love’s Labours Lost

by devinking

Berowne

Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain

Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:

As, painfully to pore upon a book,

To seek the light of truth, while truth the while

Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile;

So, ere you find where light in darkness lies,

Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

Study me how to please the eye indeed,

By fixing it upon a fairer eye,

Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,

And give him light that it was blinded by.

Act I.i, 72-83

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