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12-26-2008, 03:11 AM
Sonnet #113
CXIII.br /br /Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;br /And that which governs me to go aboutbr /Doth part his function and is partly blind,br /Seems seeing, but effectually is out;br /For it no form delivers to the heartbr /Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:br /Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,br /Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:br /For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,br /The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,br /The mountain or the sea, the day or night,br /The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:br /Incapable of more, replete with you,br /My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.
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CXIII.br /br /Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;br /And that which governs me to go aboutbr /Doth part his function and is partly blind,br /Seems seeing, but effectually is out;br /For it no form delivers to the heartbr /Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:br /Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,br /Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:br /For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,br /The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,br /The mountain or the sea, the day or night,br /The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:br /Incapable of more, replete with you,br /My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.
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