Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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 side this title is impannelledA quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;And by their verdict is determinedThe clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.
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