Sonnet Xiv:

XIV O Love, I leave thee all that I hold dear, Thy precious self, in faithful ward to keep. I need not tell thee that my eyes would weep At any less; for, see, this heavy tear At a mere parting, and the doleful cheer-- The sighs, the broken words, the murmurs deep-- With which I yield my treasure. Do not sleep Upon thy watch. Press mind, and eye, and ear Into my service. Let no bribe out-sum Thy priceless faith, no sudden peril prove Thy courage wanting. Fix thy soul above Time and time's changes. Let this greeting come Halfway to meet me, as I hasten home-- 'Behold your treasure, as you left it, Love!'