From the heart of a friend

by Unknown

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-bemoan’ed 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.

—Shakespeare.