Сонет 59 (перевод)

If there be nothing new, but that which is

Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,

Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss

The second burthen of a former child!

O that recrd could with a backward look,

Even of five hundred courses of the sun,

Show me your image in some ntique book,

Since mind at first in character was done,

That I might see what the old world could say

To this composd wonder of your frame:

Whether we are mended, or whe'er better they,

Or whether revolution be the same.

O sure I am the wits of former days

To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

 

Sonnet 59 by William Shakespeare в оригинале