solenan

  "All days are nights to see, till I see thee,
  And nights bright days, when dreams do show thee me."

"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 on, ever the same,
and keep invention in a noted weed,
that every word doth almost
tell my name,
showing theire 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 dessing 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"

xoxo Solenan