Henry Constable - Of the Conspiracy of His Lady's Eyes and His Own to Engender Love lyrics

Thine eye the gla** where I behold my heart Mine eye the window through the which thine eye May see my heart and there thyself espy In bloody colours how thou painted art. Thine eye the pile is of a murdering dart, Mine eye the sight thou tak'st thy level by To hit my heart and never shoot'st awry; Mine eye thus helps thine eye to work my smart. Thyne eye a fire is both in heat and light Mine eye of tears a river doth become. O that the water of mine eye had might To quench the flames that from thyne eye do come Or that the fire that's kindled by thine eye The flowing streams of mine eye doth make dry.