William Shakespeare(1564–1616)

Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up8 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 0 night,endless

And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,

A n d m o a n t h e expense 0 of m a n y a v a n i s h e d sight:loss

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,past

And heavily from woe to woe tell 0 o'ercount

The sad account 0 of fore-bemoaned moan,report;financialrecord

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.