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Sonnet 147   SONNET CXLVII My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly propensity to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate today approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest My estimations and my discourse as madmens are, At random from the truth vainly expressd    For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. PARAPHRASE OF SONNET CXLVII My love is like a fever, still longing, For that which feeds the disease, Feeding on that which prolongs the illness, All to please the unhealthy desires of the body. My reason, loves doctor, Angry that I do not follow his directions, Has left me, and desperate I find that desire Leads to death, wh ich physic (reason) leave behind not allow. Now reason is past caring, now I am past cure, And I am frantic with continual unrest My thoughts and my words are like a madmans, Lies foolishly uttered    For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star),    But you really are black as hell and dark as night.   Analysis Shakespeares scathing attack upon the morality of his mistress exemplifies their tumultuous and perplexing relationship. The three quatrains outline the poets inner struggle to trade with both his lovers infidelity and the embarrassing self-admission that he still desires her to gratify him sexually, even though she has been with other men. The poet yearns to understand why, in spite of the judgment of reason (5), he still is enslaved by her charms. Confused by his own inexplicable urges, the poets whole being is at odds with his insatiable "sickly appetite" (4) for the dark lady. He deduces in the final quatrain that h e surely must be insane, for he calls his mistress just and moral when she obviously is neither. Not until later sonnets (150-1) do we turn back a change of tone and a cool-headed acknowledgment of the recklessness of the whole affair. In Sonnet 151, the poet admits that he cannot continue the relationship because it betrays his "nobler part" (6) i.