The eye's view
 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, |
| 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? |
| 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. |
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