Sonnet 113

  1. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
  2. And that which governs me to go about
  3. Doth part his function and is partly blind,
  4. Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
  5. For it no form delivers to the heart
  6. Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
  7. Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
  8. Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
  9. For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
  10. The most sweet favour or deformed’st creature,
  11. The mountain or the sea, the day or night:
  12. The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
  13. Incapable of more, replete with you,
  14. My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.

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