{"id":"01KG6S5JXMYGDSX857YCP9Q7FB","cid":"bafkreidvxa22mxlwl35bz5ub6hag5wixw54hmx5vt7ay7ljb5pllmutzhi","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# Sonnet 76\n\n## Overview\nSection 76 is a poem, part of a larger collection, dated to the early 17th century. It is a sonnet, a poetic form consisting of 14 lines, typically written in iambic pentameter.\n\n## Context\nThis sonnet is contained within the chapter titled \"[# SHAKES-PRARES](arke:01KG6S4CPZP73GPBKD2240HQV8)\", which is part of the collection \"[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)\". The text was extracted from the file \"[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)\". It follows Sonnet 75 and precedes Sonnet 77.\n\n## Contents\nSonnet 76 explores the theme of poetic originality and the poet's consistent focus on love as their subject matter. The speaker questions why their verse lacks novelty and variation, acknowledging that they \"alwaies write of you, / And you and loue are still my argument.\" The sonnet concludes by comparing the cyclical nature of the sun to the poet's recurring theme of love, suggesting that even familiar words can be presented anew.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:22.149Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Sonnet 76","end_line":11629,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"76","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":11613,"text":"76\n\nVV Hy is my verse so barren of new pride?\nSo far from variation or quicke change?\nWhy with the time do I not glance aside\nTo new found methods, and to compounds strange?\nWhy write I still all one, euer the same,\nAnd keepe inuention in a noted weed,\nThat euery word doth almost fel my name,\nShewing their birth, and where they did proceed?\nO know sweet loue I alwaies write of you,\nAnd you and loue are still my argument:\nSo all my best is dressing old words new,\nSpending againe what is already spent:\nFor as the Sun is daily new and old,\nSo is my loue still telling what is told,\n","title":"76"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4CPZP73GPBKD2240HQV8","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5JXEGQVG503RNNJMPXJV","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5JXD3HAY3YS8R90K4Q7X","peer_type":"section","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:10.164Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:22.345Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}