Sonnet 31: 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 love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye
As interest of the dead which now appear
But things removed that hidden in there 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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