William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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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?
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;
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Shaun Cronick 28 March 2020
Super subliminal message displayed here, such food for thought.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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Egal Bohen 26 July 2006
Very sound advice from a very wise poet Egal Bohen...
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