Sonnet 31. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

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!