Sonnet 146

Poore soule the center of my sinfull earth,

My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array,

Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth

Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay?

Why so large cost having so short a lease,

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?

Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse,

Eat up thy charge? is this thy bodies end?

Then soule live thou upon thy servants losse,

And let that pine to aggravat thy storre;

Buy tearmes divine in selling houres of drosse;

Within be fed, without be rich no more,

So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men,

And death once dead, there's no more dying then.