Shakespeare's Sonnets: 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 beguil'd,Which lab'ring for invention bear amissThe second burthen of a former child?Oh that record could with a back-ward look,Ev'n of five hundreth 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 sayTo this composèd wonder of your frame,Whether we're mended, or whe'er better they,Or whether revolution be the same! Oh sure I am the wits of former days To subjects worse have giv'n admiring praise.