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 th'expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o're
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.