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