Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 7

WIthin thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde)
Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see
(As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find;
And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.
This makes me loue thee, (for our like we loue)
Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie;
Because I see, in Thine, how mine do mooue,
And, mine do mooue (as thine doe) louingly.
Then, looke in mine, and thou shalt see thine Eyes
Attest, for thee, what mine for me protest:
Then, let thie tongue no longer subtilize,
But, saie thou lou'st me (as I loue thee) best:
For, if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne
Thy eies are false or It is truly mine.