Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 30
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 30 (Shakespeare).
30When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought,I sommon vp remembrance of things past,I sigh the lacke of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new waile my deare times waste:Then can I drowne an eye (vn-vs'd to flow)For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,And weepe a fresh loues long since canceld woe,And mone th'expence of many a vannisht sight.Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,And heauily from woe to woe tell oreThe sad account of fore-bemoned mone,Which I new pay as if not payed before.But if the while I thinke on thee (deare friend)All losses are restord, and sorrowes end.