{"id":"01KG6S4C5Z73W65XYYRFVRS8JT","cid":"bafkreibx7d2swqsvb4vzwbgjfmnbjn54dimo3ytp423636kxgu6ykrj2hq","type":"sonnet","properties":{"description":"# Sonnet 48\n\n## Overview\nThis entity is a sonnet, titled \"Sonnet 48\". It is part of a larger collection of poetry.\n\n## Context\n\"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).\n\n## Contents\nThe 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.\"","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:21.298Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Sonnet 48","end_line":11093,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:23:29.732Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Sonnet 48","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":11071,"text":"Ow carefull was I when I tooke my way,\nEach trifle vnder truesf barres to thrust,\nThat to my vfe it might vn-vfed stay\nFrom hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust?\nBut thou, to whom my iewels trifles are,\n\nMofst\n\n<!-- [Page 508](arke:01KG6QKCXBEQYA66HYFF7S0EWW) -->\n# S O N N E T S.\n\nMost worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,\nThou best of deereft, and mine onely care,\nArt left the prey of every vulgar theef,\nThee haue I not lockt up in any cheft,\nSane where thou art not though I feele thou art,\nWithin the gentle clofa e of my breft,\nFrom whence at pleasure thou maift come and part,\nAnd euen thence thou wilt be ftolne I fcare.\nFor truth prooues theeuifh for a prize fo deare.\n\n49\n","title":"Sonnet 48"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF","peer_type":"poetry_collection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S4C5ZMNEF4AP3KHKVYBXS","peer_type":"sonnet","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S4C66K97V8J5SS9DHQFRK","peer_type":"sonnet","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:23:30.495Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:21.504Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}