#sonnet 146

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

It is said by some that The Globe Theatre Company was a school of the Fourth Way. Or maybe Shakespeare was 'just' deeply interested in the Elizabethan confluence of Hermetic lore and more traditional Christian mysticism. I don't know. If you are a fellow speculator, you may find this evocative.

Sonnet 146. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Why feed'st 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 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: So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

[Ian Sanders]

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Sonnet 146 by William Shakespeare (read by Simon Manyonda)

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [......] 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 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.

   So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,    And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

Source:  thesonnets.tv

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Sonnet 146 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [......] 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 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.

   So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,    And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

[shakespeare-sonnettos]

Sonnet CXLVI

Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth,

My sinful earth these rebel pow’rs 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 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 rich no more :

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

And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.

[liberaveritate-blog]

Response to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 146

Those fed on death, fed on the souls of men, Have you felt loss? Loss of greater meaning? There was a shift, a change on wings of wren. Have you fallen from the star, oh great king? You who feed on such fragile mortals’ kneels, Who takes what is sown, you reap the shadows. Who are you to take, who are you that steals? To take souls of men, what else no one knows. But your end too is coming, dark tyrant. In the end, death fades to light of morning Grace; sun and wind forces us to recant. Lies spoken, left heard and long simmering.   There has been a shift of belief, a loss   Not all who die with faith can sit a cross.

[ichrononaut]

Sunday Sonnet - 28 February 2016

Sunday Sonnet – 28 February 2016

If ever there were a Shakespearean sonnet appropriate for a Sunday, it’s probably this one.

146

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, […] 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 this excess, Eat…

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Sonnet 146

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [Why feed'st] 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 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:   So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,   And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

[giamorland]

Sonnet 146

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,  [Why feed'st] 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 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:    So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,    And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.