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Sonnet 146

        T    T   .   T       ,       ,        ,
      Poor soul the cent|er of | my sin|ful earth,
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      Feeding | these reb|el powers | that thee | array
            ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      Why dost | thou pine | within | and suf|fer dearth,
        ,             ,         ,          ,      ,
      Painting | thy out|ward walls | so cost|ly gay?
           ,     T     T   T     2     ,         ,
      Why so | large cost hav|ing so short | a lease,
             ,      ,         ,       ,         ,
      Dost thou | upon | thy fad|ing man|sion spend?
              ,        ,     ,         ,        ,
      Shall worms,| inher|itors | of this | excess,
           ,          ,           ,         ,       ,
      Eat^up | thy charge? | Is this | thy bod|y's end?
             ,      T    T  . T         ,           ,
      Then soul | live thou upon | thy serv|ant's loss,
           ,           ,        ,     ,           ,
      And let | that pine | to ag|gravate | thy store;
       T    T    .  T        ,         ,          ,
      Buy terms divine | in sel|ling hours | of dross;
          ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      Within | be fed,| without | be rich | no more:
           ,            ,         ,            ,         ,
      So shall | thou feed | on Death,| that feeds | on men,
       .    T     T    T             ,          ,       ,
      And Death once dead,| there's no | more* dy|ing then.

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