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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought |
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I summon up remembrance of things past, |
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I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, |
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And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. |
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Then can I drown an eye unused to flow, |
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, |
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And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, |
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And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight. |
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Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, |
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And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er |
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The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, |
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Which I new pay as if not paid before. |
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But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, |
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All losses are restored, and sorrows end. |
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| Sonnet 30 |
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When I sit alone in silence and remember the past, I get depressed about all the things I don't have that I once strived for, and I add to old griefs new tears for all the valuable time I've wasted. Then I can drown my eyes, which are not usually wet from crying, in tears for precious friends who are dead, and I can weep again for hurts in loves that are long since over and moan about the loss of many things I'll never see again. Then I can grieve about grievances I had let go of and sadly recount each woe that I'd already cried about in the past, feeling the pain all over again, as if I hadn't suffered over these things already. But if I think about you, my dear friend, while I'm doing all of this, I get back everything I'd lost, and all my sorrows end. |
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