If there be nothing new, but that which is
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Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, laboring for invention, bear amiss
The second burden of a former child!
O that record could with a backward look,
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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
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To this composèd 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
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To subjects worse have given admiring praise.