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Sonnet 76

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Sonnet 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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