Sonnet One hundred and forty-six by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-six by William Shakespeare

2012-02-21
literatureoutloud.com   Click here for a complete INDEX   Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Feeding these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?
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