William Shakespeare, Sonnet xxxi
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
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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
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But things remov'd , 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;
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That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.
Notes
line 5: Obsequious: funereal [ Back to text ]
Most notes to Shakespeare's sonnets are from Charles Knight's edition, but those in square brackets are mine.