Sonnet XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war	1
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;	2
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,	3
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.	4
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie--	5
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes--	6
But the defendant doth that plea deny	7
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.	8
To 'cide this title is impanneled	9
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,	10
And by their verdict is determined	11
The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:	12
As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,	13
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.	14