Classic Poem

Sonnet. VII.

My hart, mine eye accuseth of his death,
saying, his wanton sight bred his vnrest:
Mine eye affirmes, my harts vnconstant faith
hath beene his bane, and all his ioyes represt.
My hart auowes mine eye let in the fire,
which burnes him with an euer-liuing light,
mine eye replyes, my greedy harts desire,
let in those floods which drown him day & night.
Thus warres my hart, which reason doth maintaine,
and calls mine eye to combat if he darre:
the whilst my soule, impatient of disdaine,
wrings from his bondage vnto death more narre;
Saue that my loue, still holdeth him in hand,
" A kingdome thus deuided, cannot stand.