Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, <br />How to divide the conquest of thy sight, <br />Mine eye, my heart thy picture's sight would bar, <br />My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right, <br />My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, <br />(A closet never pierced with crystal eyes) <br />But the defendant doth that plea deny, <br />And says in him thy fair appearance lies. <br />To side this title is impanelled <br />A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, <br />And by their verdict is determined <br />The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part. <br />As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part, <br />And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-46-mine-eye-and-heart-are-at-a-mortal-war-2/
