1 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
2 Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
3 And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
4 And all those friends which I thought buried.
5 How many a holy and obsequious tear
6 Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
7 As interest of the dead, which now appear
8 But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
9 Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
10 Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
11 Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
12 That due of many now is thine alone.
13 Their images I loved I view in thee,
14 And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.