Shakespeare's Sonnets: How careful was I when I took my way
1How careful was I, when I took my way,
2Each trifle under truest bars to thrust
3That to my use it might un-usèd stay
6Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
7Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
8Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
9Thee have I not lock't up in any chest,
10Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
11Within the gentle closure of my breast,
12From whence at pleasure thou may'st come and part,
13 And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
SHAKE-SPEARES SONNETS (London: G. Eld for T. T. and sold by William Aspley, 1609): d2v-d3r.
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