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
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold |
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, |
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: |
Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? |
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; |
To me, fair friend, you never can be old |