1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 30 

1	When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
2	I summon up remembrance of things past,
3	I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
4	And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
5	Then can I drown an eye unused to flow
6	For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
7	And weep afresh love’s long-since-cancelled woe,
8	And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.
9	Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
10	And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
11	The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
12	Which I new pay as if not paid before.
13	But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
14	All losses are restored, and sorrows end.