Thy Bosom Is Endeared with All Hearts（2/2）

But thgs reovd that hiddenthee lie!

Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,

Hung with the trophies of y lone,

Who all their parts ofto thee did give,

That due of any now is the alone:

Their iages I lovd, I viewthee,

And thou, all they, hast all the all of .