The Sonnets XXXI - Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Loves loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stoln from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removd 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 lovd, I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
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