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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, 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 th´ 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 an thee, dear friend,
all losses are restor´d, and sorrows end.

shakespeare`s sonett 30