Sonnet 46

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes,--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.

To 'cide this title is impanelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:

As thus; mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.

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