Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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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,
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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
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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 thy outward part,
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And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.