William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet XLVI.

“Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war”

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,—    5
A closet never pierc’d 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;   10
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 thine inward love of heart.