HY bosom is endearèd with all hearts
- Which I by lacking have supposèd dead;
- And their 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 vew in thee,
- And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
SONNET #31
by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)