Sonnet 146
The Dark Lady: Reckoning
- 1 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
- 2 My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
- 3 Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
- 4 Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
- 5 Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
- 6 Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
- 7 Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
- 8 Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?
- 9 Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
- 10 And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
- 11 Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
- 12 Within be fed, without be rich no more:
- 13 So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
- 14 And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.