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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 146<br>Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,<br>[Why feed'st] these rebel powers that thee array?<br>Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,<br>Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?<br>Why so large cost, having so short a lease,<br>Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?<br>Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,<br>Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?<br>Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,<br>And let that pine to aggravate thy store;<br>Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;<br>Within be fed, without be rich no more:<br> So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,<br> And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.</p><p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;...