Sonnet 24

Praise and Beauty

  1. 1 Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
  2. 2 Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
  3. 3 My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
  4. 4 And perspective it is best painter's art.
  5. 5 For through the painter must you see his skill,
  6. 6 To find where your true image pictur'd lies,
  7. 7 Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
  8. 8 That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
  9. 9 Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
  10. 10 Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
  11. 11 Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
  12. 12 Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
  13. 13 Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
  14. 14 They draw but what they see, know not the heart.