Sonnet 148

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