| 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 | 5 |
| Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye, | |
| As interest of the dead, which now appear | |
| 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, | 10 |
| Who all their parts of me to thee did give, | |
| 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. |