Shakespeare's Sonnet
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O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
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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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