Sonnet 59 by W. Shakespeare

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The second burden 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;
Whether we are mended, or whe'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.

Sonnet 59 (If there be nothing new, but that which i) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 59 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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