As the sun :)

Blogging before leaving for dinner with my daughter  J

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LXXVI

  Why 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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Three voltas in this one:  The O! at the beginning of the third quatrain, the so at the beginning of line 11, and the for at the beginning of the closing couplet.  The power of the final metaphor!  J  Happy Thanksgiving—