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# 24 ## Overview This is a section of text labeled "24" extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is part of the chapter "[SONNETS.](arke:01KG6S4GWYPZNAPTTX8SV5VW42)" within a larger collection. The section contains the text of Sonnet 24. ## Context The section was extracted by a structure-extraction-lambda function and manually edited by a user identified as "Structure Extraction" ([01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H](arke:01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H)). The source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) is a text file derived from a PDF, and it is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This section is preceded by section "22" ([01KG6S5PA3XF7VXDDGH7DADY3Z](arke:01KG6S5PA3XF7VXDDGH7DADY3Z)) and followed by section "25" ([01KG6S5PA7X9HVEGH51W73BVFS](arke:01KG6S5PA7X9HVEGH51W73BVFS)). ## Contents The section contains the text of Sonnet 24, which explores themes of love, beauty, and artistic representation. The sonnet uses the metaphor of the eye as a painter, capturing the beloved's form in the speaker's heart. It also discusses the reciprocal nature of love, with the speaker's eyes drawing the beloved's shape and the beloved's eyes acting as windows to the speaker's breast. The sonnet concludes by acknowledging the limitations of artistic representation, as eyes can only draw what they see and cannot perceive lies.

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**M** Ine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steeld, I hy beauties forme in table of my heart, My body is the flame wherein ti’s held, And perfunctue it is belt Painters art. For through the Painter must you see his skill, To <!-- [Page 498](arke:01KG6QHPT6KASWQ4SDM1G48TMY) --> # SONNETS. To finde where your true Image pictur’d lies, Which in my bofomes shop is hanging fill, That hath his windows glazed with thine eves: Now see what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done, Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breft, where-through the Sun Delights to peepe, to gaze therein on thee Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their are They draw but what they see, know not the liars. ## 25

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