How careful was I when I took my way, <br />Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, <br />That to my use it might unused stay <br />From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! <br />But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, <br />Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, <br />Thou best of dearest, and mine only care, <br />Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. <br />Thee have I not locked up in any chest, <br />Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, <br />Within the gentle closure of my breast, <br />From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part, <br />And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear, <br />For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-48-how-careful-was-i-when-i-took-my-way-2/
