SONNET XLVI

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 pierced with crystal eyes--
 But the defendant doth that plea deny
 And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
 To 'cide this title is impanneled
 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 thy outward part,
     And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.