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The Sonnets (1609) / William Shakespeare (1564-1616) 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 rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The mountain or the sea, the day or night: The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature. Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. Sonnet 137 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot,

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The Sonnets (1609) / William Shakespeare (1564-1616)Sonnet 113Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but efectually is out;or it no form delivers to the heart!f bird, of "ower, or shape which it doth latch#!f his $uic% ob&ects hath the mind no part,'or his own vision holds what it doth catch;or if it see the rud(st or gentlest sight,)he most sweet favour or deformed(st creature,)he mountain or the sea, the day or night#)he crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature*Incapable of more, replete with you,+y most true mind thus ma%eth mine untrue*Sonnet 13,)hou blind fool, -ove, what dost thou to mine eyes,)hat they behold, and see not what they see.)hey %now what beauty is, see where it lies,/et what the best is ta%e the worst to be*If eyes, corrupt by over0partial loo%s,1e anchor(d in the bay where all men ride,2hy of eyes( falsehood hast thou forged hoo%s,2hereto the &udgment of my heart is tied.2hy should my heart thin% that a several plot,2hich my heart %nows the wide world(s common place.!r mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,)o put fair truth upon so foul a face.In things right true my heart and eyes have err(d,And to this false plague are they now transferr(d*