[00:09.942] Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
[00:16.387] And that which governs me to go about
[00:21.700] Doth part his function and is partly blind,
[00:26.979] Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
[00:32.899] For it no form delivers to the heart
[00:38.293] Of bird, of flow'r, or shape, which it doth latch.
[00:44.396] Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
[00:50.130] Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
[00:56.863] For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
[01:03.186] The most sweet favor or deformed'st creature,
[01:08.522] The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,
[01:13.280] The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
[01:20.124] Incapable of more, replete with you,
[01:24.998] My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue.