Why is my verse so barren of new pride...
Sonnet 76Why 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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Why do I write such dull stuff? Why don’t I do something exciting? I’m always harping on about the same thing: you can tell immediately who wrote it just by the tone.
The thing is, I always write about you - you’re always my subject. All I can write is the same stuff rehashed: re-using already used materials. Just like the sun is every day both new and old, so I keep saying the same old thing over and over again.