Sonnet 47

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other:When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,With my love's picture then my eye doth feastAnd to the painted banquet bids my heart;Another time mine eye is my heart's guestAnd in his thoughts of love doth share a part:So, either by thy picture or my love,Thyself away art resent still with me;For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,And I am still with them and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
In the case of mine heart v. mine eyes,I'm quite certain detente can arise.For ocular gazesfeed cardiac blazes.Used together, they both get their prize.