O ME! what eyes hath
Love put in my head |
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Which have no correspondence with true sight; |
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Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, |
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That censures falsely what they see aright? |
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If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, |
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What means the world to say it is not so? |
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If it be not, then love doth well denote |
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Loves eye is not so true as all mens:
no. |
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How can it? O! how can Loves eye be
true, |
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That is so vexd with watching and with
tears? |
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No marvel then, though I mistake my view; |
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The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. |
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O cunning Love! with tears thou
keepst me blind, |
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Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul
faults should find. |
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