XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
        
          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 pierc'd with crystal eyes--
          But the defendant doth that plea deny,
          And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
          To side this title is impannelled
          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.