1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
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 itself 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!