Being once blind, his request to Biancha.

WHen Age or Chance has made me blind,
So that the path I cannot find:
And when my falls and stumblings are
More then the stones i'th'street by farre:
Goe thou afore; and I shall well
Follow thy Perfumes by the smell:
Or be my guide; and I shall be
Led by some light that flows from thee.
Thus held, or led by thee, I shall
In wayes confus'd, nor slip or fall.