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 .