Sonnet VIII – labor pains?

Methinks too much, so feelings take their turn:
Emotions are the key to happy health!
but senses spent on nothing fail to earn;
leave penniless the soul which dreamt of wealth.
If truth be told, I simply want a pause,
when thinking, feeling, fail to proffer peace:
so toil and dirty hands become the cause,
and for a time anxieties do cease.
Sometimes we have to sweat to work it out;
The heart and head have done all they can do.
A swing of hammer, whine of drill, a shout;
love’s labor focused elsewhere brings the new?

Tools abound to fix what mends are needed
Use them all, until all yens are heeded