XLVI (Sonnet 46)
- 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.
- --oOo-- -
William Shakespeare
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From fairest creatures
When forty winters
Look in thy glass
Unthrifty loveliness
Those hours, that with gentle
Then let not winter's ragged
Lo! in the orient
Music to hear
Is it for fear to wet
For shame! deny
As fast as thou shalt wane
When I do count the clock
O, that you were yourself!
Not from the stars
When I consider every thing
But wherefore do not you
Who will believe my verse
Shall I compare thee
Devouring time, blunt thou
A woman's face
So is it not with me
My glass shall not persuade
As an unperfect actor
Mine eye hath played
Let those who are in favour
Lord of my love, to whom
Weary with toil, I haste
How can I then return
When in disgrace with
When to the sessions
Thy bosom is endeared
If thou survive my
Full many a glorious morning
Why didst thou promise such
No more be grieved at that
Let me confess that we two
As a decrepit father takes
How can my muse want subject
O how thy worth with manners
Take all my loves
Those petty wrongs
That thou hast her it is not
When most I wink, then do
If the dull substance
The other two, slight air
Mine eye and heart are at
Betwixt mine eye and heart
How careful was I when
Against that time, if ever
How heavy do I journey
Thus can my love excuse
So am I as the rich
What is your substance
O! how much more doth
Not marble, nor the gilded
Sweet love, renew thy force
Being your slave what should
That God forbid, that made me
If there be nothing new
Like as the waves make
Is it thy will, thy image
Sin of self-love possesseth all
Against my love shall be
When I have seen by Time's
Since brass, nor stone
Tired with all these
Ah! wherefore with infection
Thus is his cheek the map
Those parts of thee that
That thou art blam'd shall not
No longer mourn for me
O! lest the world should task
That time of year thou mayst
But be contented: when
So are you to my thoughts
Why is my verse so barren
Thy glass will show thee
So oft have I invoked thee
Whilst I alone did call
O! how I faint when I
Or I shall live your epitaph
I grant thou wert not married
I never saw that you did
Who is it that says most
My tongue-tied Muse in
Was it the proud full sail
Farewell! thou art too dear
When thou shalt be dispos'd
Say that thou didst forsake
Then hate me when thou wilt
Some glory in their birth
But do thy worst to steal
So shall I live, supposing
They that have power to hurt
How sweet and lovely dost
Some say thy fault is youth
How like a winter hath my
From you have I been absent
The forward violet thus
Where art thou Muse
O truant Muse what shall
My love is strengthen'd
Alack! what poverty
To me, fair friend, you
Let not my love be
When in the chronicle
Not mine own fears
What 's in the brain
O! never say that I was
Alas! 'tis true, I have
O! for my sake do you
Your love and pity doth
Since I left you, mine eye
Or whether doth my mind
Those lines that I before
Let me not to the marriage
Accuse me thus: that I
Like as to make our appetite
What potions have I drunk
That you were once unkind
'Tis better to be vile
Thy gift, thy tables
No, Time, thou shalt not
If my dear love were but
Were't aught to me I
O thou, my lovely boy
In the old age black
How oft when thou, my music
The expense of spirit
My mistress' eyes are
Thou art as tyrannous
Thine eyes I love
Beshrew that heart
So, now I have confess'd
Whoever hath her wish
If thy soul check thee
Thou blind fool, Love
When my love sweares
O! call not me to justify
Be wise as thou art cruel
In faith I do not love thee
Love is my sin, and thy dear
Lo, as a careful housewife
Two loves I have of comfort
Those lips that Love's own
Poor soul, the centre of my
My love is as a fever
O me! what eyes hath Love
Canst thou, O cruel! say
O! from what power hast thou
Love is too young to know
In loving thee thou know'st
Cupid laid by his brand
The little Love-god lying
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