Shakespeare's Sonnet 148

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight;Or, if they have, where is my judgement 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 denoteLove’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 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.

Oh, what eyes has Love put in my head, which see nothing as it really is? Or if they do, where has my judgment gone, that it wrongly judges what they see correctly? If the person my dishonest eyes adore is beautiful, why does the world say otherwise? If that person is not beautiful, then love clearly shows that a lover's eye is less reliable than everyone else's. Really, how could it be reliable? How could Love's eye see truly when it is so troubled by sleepless watching and tears? No wonder, then, that I misread what I see. Even the sun cannot see until the sky clears. Cunning Love! You keep me blind with tears so that clear-sighted eyes will not discover your ugly faults.