Sonnet 48

　　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 comfort，now my greatest grief，

　　Thou best of dearest and mine only care

　　Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.

　　Thee have I not locked up in any chest

　　Save where thou art not，though I feel thou