The Sonnets (1609) / William Shakespeare (1564-1616)Sonnet 113Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but efectually is out;or it no form delivers to the heart!f bird, of "ower, or shape which it doth latch#!f his $uic% ob&ects hath the mind no part,'or his own vision holds what it doth catch;or if it see the rud(st or gentlest sight,)he most sweet favour or deformed(st creature,)he mountain or the sea, the day or night#)he crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature*Incapable of more, replete with you,+y most true mind thus ma%eth mine untrue*Sonnet 13,)hou blind fool, -ove, what dost thou to mine eyes,)hat they behold, and see not what they see.)hey %now what beauty is, see where it lies,/et what the best is ta%e the worst to be*If eyes, corrupt by over0partial loo%s,1e anchor(d in the bay where all men ride,2hy of eyes( falsehood hast thou forged hoo%s,2hereto the &udgment of my heart is tied.2hy should my heart thin% that a several plot,2hich my heart %nows the wide world(s common place.!r mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,)o put fair truth upon so foul a face.In things right true my heart and eyes have err(d,And to this false plague are they now transferr(d*