Sonnetsday 32

XLVI. INE 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 impanelled 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.