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:
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The whole sonnet breathes life, the recall of things past, friends who have died, the woes that have befallen him; but all this is not so bad when 'I think on thee, dear friend, / All losses are restored and sorrows end'. A brilliant sonnet which I know by heart.
New friends are a blessing, to help keep us grounded and help us forget about past sorrows and loss.
A description embodying the truth of friendship and love, both of which truly surpass all other things.
Sweet silent thought for all.