Sonnet 47. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

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 sighs 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: