Sonnet 24

　　Mine eye hath played the painter，and hath steeled

　　Thy beauty's form in table of my heart.

　　My body is the frame wherein'tis held，

　　And perspective it is best painter's art；

　　For through the painter must you see his skill

　　To find where your true image pictured lies，

　　Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still，

　　That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

　　Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done：

　　Mine eyes have drawn thy s