1 O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
2 Which have no correspondence with true sight,
3 Or if they have, where is my judgment fled,
4 That censures falsely what they see aright?
5 If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
6 What means the world to say it is not so?
7 If it be not, then love doth well denote
8 Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no.
9 How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
10 That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
11 No marvel then though I mistake my view;
12 The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
13 O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
14 Lest eyes well seeing thy foul faults should find.