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,
Sees seeming, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of word, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mime no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the prud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or reformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the lay of night,
The cow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
Incapable of more, deplete with you,
My most true mine thus makes mind eye untrue.
