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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 59

If there be nothing new, but that which is

Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,

Which labouring for invention bear amiss

The second burthen of a former child!

O! that record could with a backward look,

Even of five hundred courses of the sun,

Show me your image in some antique book,

Since mind at first in character was done!

That I might see what the old world could say

To this composed wonder of your frame;

Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,

Or whether revolution be the same.

O! sure I am the wits of former days,

To subjects worse have given admiring praise.