Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare
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 lieâ€”
A closet never pierced with crystal eyesâ€”
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanellÃ¨d
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinÃ¨d
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.