Sonnet 46

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal warHow 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 denyAnd says in him thy fair appearance lies.To 'cide this title is impaneledA quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,And by their verdict is determinedThe 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.
There's a war inside me. I must choose,for loving my love, what to use.I see you in my breast,but I gaze at your chest.It's full eyes v. clear hearts; which can lose?