If there be nothing new, but that which is, <br />Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, <br />Which labouring for invention bear amis <br />The second burthen of a former child! <br />O that record could with a backward look, <br />Even of five hundred courses of the sun, <br />Show me your image in some antique book, <br />Since mind at first in character was done. <br />That I might see what the old world could say, <br />To this composed wonder of your frame, <br />Whether we are mended, or whether better they, <br />Or whether revolution be the same. <br />O sure I am the wits of former days, <br />To subjects worse have given admiring praise.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-59-if-there-be-nothing-new-but-that-which-is/
