Sonnet 59. If there be nothing new, but that which is

If there be nothing new, but that which is

Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled

Which labouring for invention bear amis

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.