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XLVI.
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 pierced with crystal
eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And
says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this
title is impanneled
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.
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