Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, <br />And that which governs me to go about <br />Doth part his function, and is partly blind, <br />Seems seeing, but effectually is out; <br />For it no form delivers to the heart <br />Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch; <br />Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, <br />Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; <br />For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, <br />The most sweet-favour or deformed'st creature, <br />The mountain or the sea, the day or night, <br />The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature. <br /> Incapable of more, replete with you, <br /> My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-113-since-i-left-you-mine-eye-is-in-my-mi/
