| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet XXX |
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| SONNET 30 |
| 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. |
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