Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts


Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,
And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved, I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.


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Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts