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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

fra sonette 76.