Mine eye hath
play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my
heart, My body is the
frame wherein `tis held,
And perspective it is best
For through the painter must you
see his skill,
To find where your true image
Which in my bosom's
shop is hanging still,
That hath his
windows glazed with thine eyes .
Now see what good turns eyes for
eyes have done, Mine eyes have
drawn thy shape, and thine for me,
Are windows to my breast,
where through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze
therein on thee,
Yet eyes this
cunning want to grace their art
They draw but what they see,
know not the heart.
Note the repetition of certain words, we find-mine
mine eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, heart, heart, painter,
painters, thine, thine, windows, windows (see 46 and 47).
This sonnet would appear to be connected with Sonnet
which refers to Marguerite's picture.
8th and 11th Lines. Windows. Compare
Behold the win- dows
of mine heart". " Loves Labours
", Act 5, Scene 2.
Here Bacon writes that his eyes have painted
beauty and stelled (delineated) to his heart that his body is
frame holding the picture his eyes have painted-with true
-and which is hanging in his bosom-that his eyes have drawn
her shape and that her eyes are like windows in his breast
through which the sun peeps to gaze on her---that eyes can
draw but they see but know not the heart.