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| SONNET 31 |
| 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 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 view in thee, |
| And thou, all they, hast all the all of me. |
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