Sonnet+30


 * ~ **__SONNET 30__** ||
 * 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 time's waste: ||
 * Then can I drown an eye, unused 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 restored and sorrows end. ||