The Sonnets

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,

And each doth good turns now unto the other:

When that mine eye is famishʼd for a look,

Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,

With my loveʼs picture then my eye doth feast,

And to the painted banquet bids my heart;

Another time mine eye is my heartʼs guest,

And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:

So, either by thy picture or my love,

Thy self away, art present 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 heartʼs and eyeʼs delight.