SONNET NO. 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,
Are 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 art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure, thou may'st come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stolen, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Note the repetition of the following words, we find-thou,
thou, thou, thou, thou, thou, my way, my use, my jewels, my
greatest grief, my breast (see 24 and 47).
6th Line. My greatest grief-because absent.
7th Line. "Vulgar" means " Common".
11th Line. Closure-enclosure.
12th Line. Part means depart.
14th Line. Truth-honesty itself.
Here Bacon tells us that each trifle which he also calls his
jewels (i.e. his dramatic plays) and most worthy comfort and
his only care are left the prey of every vulgar thief because although in the first folio he cannot openly claim to be the author for the reason stated in Sonnet No. 36 where he tells us: " I may not ever more acknowledge thee lest my bewailed gilt should do thee shame". If he openly claimed the authorship-he fear that his tarnished reputation might harm his dramatic plays, so he could not prevent them from being pirated. As Bacon states in his own work: "opportunity makes the thief".