Darkest
week of the semester L Sonnet 46:
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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 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.
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The volta’s
the thus in the penultimate line. The matter between the eye and the heart is
to be continued in the next sonnet (tomorrow)—
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