Why is my verse so barren of new pride? <br />So far from variation or quick change? <br />Why with the time do I not glance aside <br />To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? <br />Why write I still all one, ever the same, <br />And keep invention in a noted weed, <br />That every word doth almost tell my name, <br />Showing their birth and where they did proceed? <br />O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, <br />And you and love are still my argument; <br />So all my best is dressing old words new, <br />Spending again what is already spent. <br /> For as the sun is daily new and old, <br /> So is my love still telling what is told.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-76-why-is-my-verse-so-barren-of-new-pride/
