Sonnet XLVI
de William Shakespeare(2005)
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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-
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes-
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To \'cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
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 thy inward love of heart.