Sonnet XXX
de William Shakespeare(2005)
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Mediu
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.