Sonnet 15 - Love like a juggler

Love like a juggler, comes to play his prize,

And all minds draw his wonders to admire,

To see how cunningly he, wanting eyes,

Can yet deceive the best sight of desire:

The wanton child, how he can fain his fire

So prettily, as none sees his disguise;

How finely do his tricks, while we fools hire

The mask and service of his tyrannies,

For in the end, such juggling doth he make

As he our hearts, in stead of eyes doth take

For men can only by their sleights abuse

The sight with nimble, and delightful skill;

But if he play, his gain is our lost will:

Yet childlike, we cannot his sports refuse.