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 vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then though I mistake my view;
The sun it self sees not, 'till heaven clears.
O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not
- Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way
- Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame
- Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep
- Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press