Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those 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... The Works of William Shakespeare - 第 154 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1812完整檢視
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...recalls another of great singularity that makes the close of a Sonnet in this Poet's collection . . . : 'So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.' [Sonnet cxlvi.] — DELITJS (Jahrbuch, vii, 154): If this passage be taken in connection with the rest...