Sonnet CXIII
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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; | 1
And that which governs me to go about | 2
Doth part his function and is partly blind, | 3
Seems seeing, but effectually is out; | 4
For it no form delivers to the heart | 5
Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch: | 6
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, | 7
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: | 8
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight, | 9
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, | 10
The mountain or the sea, the day or night, | 11
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature: | 12
Incapable of more, replete with you, | 13
My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. | 14
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