1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 76 

1	Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
2	So far from variation or quick change?
3	Why, with the time, do I not glance aside
4	To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
5	Why write I still all one, ever the same,
6	And keep invention in a noted weed,
7	That every word doth almost tell my name,
8	Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
9	O know, sweet love, I always write of you,
10	And you and love are still my argument#
11	So all my best is dressing old words new,
12	Spending again what is already spent#
13	For as the sun is daily new and old,
14	So is my love, still telling what is told.