Mis ojos y mi pecho en mortal guerra
Disputan el botín de tu belleza:
Arróganse mis ojos tu semblante,
Trofeo por mi pecho reclamado.
Uno alega que en él feliz habitas
En cofre que los ojos no atraviesan
Argumento que la otra parte niega
Afirmando ser dueña de tu imagen.
Un jurado de dulces pensamientos,
Huéspedes del pecho, se pronuncia
Y por su veredicto se decide
Cuál parte de cuál es pertenencia:
A mis ojos se debe tu figura,
y tu amor a mi pecho corresponde.

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.