Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride

1Why is my verse so barren of new pride,

2So far from variation or quick change?

3Why with the time do I not glance aside

4To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?

5Why write I still all one, ever the same,

6And keep invention in a noted weed,

7That every word doth almost tell my name,

8Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?

9O! know sweet love I always write of you,

10And you and love are still my argument;

11So all my best is dressing old words new,

12Spending again what is already spent:

13 For as the sun is daily new and old,

14 So is my love still telling what is told.