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