William Shakespeare # 434

Sonnet XXX

WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times� waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus�d to flow,
For precious friends hid in death�s dateless night,
And weep afresh love�s long since cancell�d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish�d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o�er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor�d and sorrows end.

Text from The Oxford Shakespeare at Bartleby.

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