Sonnet No.30


  1. 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 times' waste:
    Then can I drown  an eye (unus'd 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 restor'd, and sorrows end.


  Note the repetition of the following, we find-I summon, I
sigh, I sought, I drown, I grieve, I new pay, I think, woes, woe,

6th Line.  Dateless = endless = foregone = past.

  No man with any common sense could believe that this sonnet
was the work of Will Shakspere. It is quite clear that the man
who wrote this sonnet had suffered great hardships in his past
life and writes of his grievances.

  Shakspere never had any grievances and nothing to bemoan
---no losses and no sorrows.This sonnet was written by Francis
Bacon after he had completed his life's work and is addressed
to his " dear friend "-his poetic muse, who had helped him to
produce the " Shakespeare " plays, so that at long last all his
losses and sorrows had come to an end.