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Sonnet CXLVI - The Death of Death
Name: Sonnet CXLVI - The Death of Death
Written By: William Shakespeare
Published Date: 1609
Language: English
Words: 113
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Sonnet CXLVI - The Death of Death

by William Shakespeare

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fooled by 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 his excess,
Eat up that charge? Is this thy body's end?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
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.

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