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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...cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors ofthis excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?...aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours ofdross; Within befed, without be rich no more: So shalt thoufeed on Death, thatfeeds on men, And Death...