Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love‘s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.

How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol‘n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov‘d that hidden in thee lie!

Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:

    Their images I lov‘d, I view in thee,
    And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

The sonnet 31 explained:

Thy bosom is indeed endeared with all hearts, a sanctuary where love reigns and all its affectionate components reside. I, in my lack, had once assumed these sentiments to be dormant, yet they thrive within you.

How many tender tears, steeped in devoted love, have been stealthily taken from my eyes, like a tribute to the departed, now revealed as treasures hidden within you! You are the hallowed resting place where love finds refuge, adorned with the memories of my lost loves. They have bequeathed all they were to you, and now their legacy is solely yours. The cherished images of my past affection I behold in you, for you encompass all of them, and in turn, you possess all of me.