Sonnet 146. Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth

Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth

My sinful earth these rebel powers 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?