Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other,When that mine eye is famished for a look,Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother;With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,And to the painted banquet bids my heart:

Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.

So either by thy picture or my love,Thy self away, art present still with me,For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,And I am still with them, and they with thee.

Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sightAwakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.