Of the Conspiracie of his Ladies Eyes and His Owne to Ingender Love. Sonet 3 -
Sonet 3.
Thyne eye the glasse where I behold my hearte
Myne eye the windowe through the which thyne eye
May see my hearte and there thy selfe espie
In bloudie coloures how thow paynted art
Thyne eye the pyle is of a murdering darte
Myne eye the sight thow takst thy levell by
To hitt my hearte and neuer shut'st awrye
Myne eye thus helpes thyne eye to worke my smarte
Thyne eye a fire is both in heate and light
Myne eye of teares a river doth become
O that the water of myne eye had might
To quench the flames that from thyne eye doe come
Or that the fire thats kindled by thine eye
The flowing streames of myne eye would make drye.
Thyne eye the glasse where I behold my hearte
Myne eye the windowe through the which thyne eye
May see my hearte and there thy selfe espie
In bloudie coloures how thow paynted art
Thyne eye the pyle is of a murdering darte
Myne eye the sight thow takst thy levell by
To hitt my hearte and neuer shut'st awrye
Myne eye thus helpes thyne eye to worke my smarte
Thyne eye a fire is both in heate and light
Myne eye of teares a river doth become
O that the water of myne eye had might
To quench the flames that from thyne eye doe come
Or that the fire thats kindled by thine eye
The flowing streames of myne eye would make drye.
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