05 - Diana Rigg - Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride

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.