Sonnet 146

The Dark Lady: Reckoning

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