| O ME! what eyes hath Love put in my head | |
| Which have no correspondence with true sight; | |
| Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, | |
| That censures falsely what they see aright? | |
| If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, | 5 |
| 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 vex’d with watching and with tears? | 10 |
| 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. |