- O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
- Which have no correspondence with true sight;
- Or, if they have, where is my judgement 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 not so true as all men’s: no,
- How can it? O! how can Love’s eye be true,
- That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
- No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
- The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
- O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
- Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.