Sonnet 48. How careful was I, when I took my way

How careful was I, when I took my way

Each trifle under truest bars to thrust

That to my use it might unused stay

From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are

Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief

Thou, best of dearest and mine only care

Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.