1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 46 

1	Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
2	How to divide the conquest of thy sight.
3	Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,
4	My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right.
5	My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
6	A closet never pierced with crystal eyes#
7	But the defendant doth that plea deny,
8	And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
9	To ’cide this title is empanellèd
10	A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
11	And by their verdict is determinèd
12	The clear eye’s moiety and the dear heart’s part,
13	As thus: mine eye’s due is thy outward part,
14	And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart.