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Sonnetsby William Shakespeare

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 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 impannelled 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.