Sonnet 48: 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 unused stay

4From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

5But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,

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'd 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 mayst come and part;

13 And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,

14 For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.