Sonnet 47

　　Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took，

　　And each doth good turns now unto the other.

　　When that mine eye is famished 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.

　　So either by thy picture or my love，

　　Thyself away