Shakespeare's Sonnet 46

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,A closet never pierced with crystal eyes;But the defendant doth that plea deny,And says in him thy fair appearance lies.To side this title is impannelledA quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;And by their verdict is determinedThe 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.

My eyes and heart are fighting to the death
over how to divide the prize of seeing you.
My eyes would keep my heart from seeing your image;
my heart would deny my eyes the freedom to look.
My heart argues that you live inside it,
in a private room that clear eyes have never entered.
But my eyes, the defendant, deny that claim
and say your beautiful image lives in them.
To settle this claim, a jury is assembled
of thoughts, all of them residents of the heart.
Their verdict determines
the clear eyes’ share and the loving heart’s portion:
my eyes are entitled to your outward appearance,
and my heart has the right to your inward love.