Page 1992 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
P. 1992
46 IT
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 impanellèd
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinèd
The clear eye’s moiety and the dear heart’s part:
As thus: mine eye’s due is thine outward part,
And my heart’s right thine inward love of heart.
