O, me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight!

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so?

No marvel then, though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

with tears thou keep’st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

It follows the typical rhyme scheme of the form ABAB CDCD EFEF GG and is composed in iambic pentameter, a type of poetic metre based on five pairs of metrically weak/strong syllabic positions.