This sonnet is very strange because it doesn’t seem to be addressed to anyone, but in fact is more of a self-examination by Shakespeare. It’s really him looking at himself as two separate identities, a body and a soul. He questions what I believe to be his moralities in regards to the world. He asks himself whether or not is really worth going to try to get fancy things to wear and great food to eat when it in fact does not feed the soul. He then almost contradicts himself by saying that, for him, it may actually be just what does feed his soul and make him happy. He is a rather confusing man. I was particularly intrigued by the couplet at the end. He is pretty much saying that it is possible to end death through death’s destruction by starving your body. By this I think he means that ou can live forever eternally by tending to your soul.
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