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- # Sonnet 48
## Overview
This entity is a sonnet, titled "Sonnet 48". It is part of a larger collection of poetry.
## Context
"Sonnet 48" is included within the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) collection. The text was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) as part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This sonnet follows [Sonnet 47](arke:01KG6S4C5ZMNEF4AP3KHKVYBXS) and precedes [Sonnet 49](arke:01KG6S4C66K97V8J5SS9DHQFRK).
## Contents
The sonnet's text reads: "Ow carefull was I when I tooke my way, / Each trifle vnder truesf barres to thrust, / That to my vfe it might vn-vfed stay / From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust? / But thou, to whom my iewels trifles are, / Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, / Thou best of deereft, and mine onely care, / Art left the prey of every vulgar theef, / Thee haue I not lockt up in any cheft, / Sane where thou art not though I feele thou art, / Within the gentle clofa e of my breft, / From whence at pleasure thou maift come and part, / And euen thence thou wilt be ftolne I fcare. / For truth prooues theeuifh for a prize fo deare."
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- Ow carefull was I when I tooke my way,
Each trifle vnder truesf barres to thrust,
That to my vfe it might vn-vfed stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust?
But thou, to whom my iewels trifles are,
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# S O N N E T S.
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of deereft, and mine onely care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar theef,
Thee haue I not lockt up in any cheft,
Sane where thou art not though I feele thou art,
Within the gentle clofa e of my breft,
From whence at pleasure thou maift come and part,
And euen thence thou wilt be ftolne I fcare.
For truth prooues theeuifh for a prize fo deare.
49
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- Sonnet 48