Act I, Scene 46

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• Shakespeare. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
  How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
  Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
  My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
  My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie— 635
  A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—
  But the defendant doth that plea deny
  And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
  To 'cide this title is impanneled
  A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, 640
  And by their verdict is determined
  The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
  As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,
  And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.