That old Magistrate just posted the 129th sonnet, for some reason.
I dunno, I’m no stranger to self-loathing, but I’ve never really experienced that “expense of spirit” feeling, at any rate not from “lust in action”. I doubt if anyone does, in this day and age.
Shakespeare was writing before the communications revolution, of course. I don’t know if you’ve ever spent six hours googling “fat chicks wrestling” or “shaven teens". That’s when you get hit by the whole expense-of-spirit thing.