Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXX

Sonnet XXIX

Sonnet XXXI

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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, 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 restor'd and sorrows end. 

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Sonnet XXIX

Sonnet XXXI