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.
The Sonnets Lxxvi - Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: I love you, birth, change, pride, sun, time, sweet, verse, strange, daily, write, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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