Sonnet 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear times' 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 the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell

The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.   But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,   All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.