XLVI.

Mine

eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conqueft of thy fight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's fight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him doft lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And fays in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled

A queft 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 thine outward part,
And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.

XLVII.

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 fighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,

And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,

Thyself away art present ftill with me;

For thou not farther than my thoughts canft move, And I am still with them and they with thee;

Or, if they fleep, thy picture in my fight

Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

XLVIII.

How careful was I, when I took my way,

Each trifle under trueft bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay

From hands of falsehood, in fure wards of trust
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,

Moft worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any cheft,

Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,

From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be ftol'n, I fear,

For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

XLIX.

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I fhall fee thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advised refpe&s;
Against that time when thou fhalt ftrangely país,
And scarcely greet me with that fun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;

Against that time do I ensconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand against myself uprear,

To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:

To leave poor me thou haft the ftrength of laws,

Since why to love I can allege no cause.

L.

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I feek, my weary travel's end,

Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beaft that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,

As if by fome inftin&t the wretch did know
His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody fpur cannot provoke him on

That fometimes anger thrufts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan

More fharp to me than fpurring to his fide;
For that fame groan doth put this in my mind:
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.