O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head...
Sonnet 148O 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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What’s
Love done to my vision, that I can’t see straight anymore? Or if I can, and the
object of my love is indeed fair as she seems, why does everyone say she isn’t?
If she isn’t, it’s Love’s fault. How could Love’s vision be 20/20, when it’s all blurry with sleeplessness and crying? It’s hardly strange that I’m short sighted: even the sun can’t shine properly until the clouds clear.
Tricksy old Cupid, keeping me blind so that I don’t see the real faults!
If she isn’t, it’s Love’s fault. How could Love’s vision be 20/20, when it’s all blurry with sleeplessness and crying? It’s hardly strange that I’m short sighted: even the sun can’t shine properly until the clouds clear.
Tricksy old Cupid, keeping me blind so that I don’t see the real faults!