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Sonnet 30, By, , William Shakespeare, , 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 cancelled woe,, And moan th' expense of many a vanished 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., , Created for Lit2Go on the web at etc.usf.edu