Sonnet 113

　　Since I left you mine eye is in my mind；

　　And that which governs me to go about

　　Doth part his function，and is partly blind，

　　Seems seeing，but effectually is out；

　　For it no form delivers to the heart

　　Of bird，of flower，or shape which it doth latch：

　　Of his quick objects hath the mind no part，

　　Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch；

　　For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight，

　　The most sweet favour or deformed'st