Q 76

WHy is my verse so barren of new pride ?

So far from variation or quick change ?

Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange ?

Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed ?

O know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument:
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the Sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
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