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==General Information==
==General Information==

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General Information

Title: Sonnet 146
Composer: Michael Wise
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: Shakespeare's Sonnet 146 set to the tune "Congleton" by Michael Wise. Arranged by Andrew Sims

External websites: http://www.embassysingers.de

Original text and translations

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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.