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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Diana

The First Decade. Sonnet V. Thine eye, the glass where I behold my heart

Henry Constable (1562–1613)

THINE eye, the glass where I behold my heart.

Mine eye, the window through the which thine eye

May see my heart; and there thyself espy

In bloody colours, how thou painted art!

Thine eye, the pyle is of a murdering dart:

Mine eye, the sight thou tak’st thy level by

To hit my heart, and never shoots awry.

Mine eye thus helps thine eye to work my smart.

Thine eye, a fire is both in heat and light;

Mine eye, of tears a river doth become.

O that the water of mine eye had might

To quench the flames that from thine eye doth come!

Or that the fires kindled by thine eye,

The flowing streams of mine eyes could make dry!