Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XVIII
With what sharp checkes I in myself am shent When into Reasons audite I do goe, And by iust counts my selfe a bankrout know Of all those goods which heauen to me hath lent; Vnable quite to pay euen Natures rent, Which vnto it by birthright I do ow; And, which is worse, no good excuse can showe, But that my wealth I haue most idly spent! My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toyes, My wit doth striue those passions to defende, Which, for reward, spoil it with vain annoyes. I see, my course to lose myself doth bend; I see: and yet no greater sorrow take Than that I lose no more for Stellas sake.
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