Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy pictures 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 pierced with crystal eyes, But the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To cide this title is impannelled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; And by their verdict is determined The clear eyes moiety, and the dear hearts part: As thus: mine eyes due is thine outward part, And my hearts right, thine inward love of heart.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 12:33:31 +0000