Sonnet CXLVIII
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O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, | 1
Which have no correspondence with true sight! | 2
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, | 3
That censures falsely what they see aright? | 4
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, | 5
What means the world to say it is not so? | 6
If it be not, then love doth well denote | 7
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.' | 8
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, | 9
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? | 10
No marvel then, though I mistake my view; | 11
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. | 12
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, | 13
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find. | 14
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