Poor soul,
the centre of my sinful earth,
Fool’d by these rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
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?
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy 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:
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.
And, death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Explanation:
O
poor soul, the center of my sinful body (earth), fooled by these rebel powers
that you array (arrange in a pleasing way), why do you pine within, and suffer
dearth (lack), by painting your outward walls (body) so costly gay?
Why
do you spend so large cost upon your fading mansion (dwelling place – body),
having so short a lease (life)? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess (i.e. residue
of body) eat up your charge? Is only this your body’s end?
Then,
soul, live upon (i.e. transform) your servant’s loss (i.e. body’s suffering),
and let your body pine to add (aggravate) to your richness (store); buy divine
terms by selling hours of dross (i.e. use efforts of body for earning divine
worth), be fed within, without be rich no more (i.e. don’t try to ornament the
body from outside any more).
This
way you shall feed on Death, which feeds on men, and, once death is dead, then
there is no more dying (that is, by willingly accepting, absorbing &
transforming sufferings that life may inflict, you shall feed on death, which
feeds on men, and, once you have transformed the fear of death (- that would be
the death of Death), then there is no more dying).
- From the book
Sonnets of Shakespeare Explained