Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 18

With what sharp checks I in myself am shent 
   When into reason's audit I do go, 
   And by just counts my self a bankrupt know 
Of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent; 
Unable quite to pay even nature's rent, 
   Which unto it by birthright I do owe; 
   And, which is worse, no good excuse can show, 
But that my wealth I have most idly spent! 
   My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toys, 
My wit doth strive those passions to defend, 
Which, for reward, spoil it with vain annoys. 
I see, my course to lose myself doth bend; 
   I see: and yet no greater sorrow take 
   Than that I lose no more for Stella's sake. 
Sir Philip Sidney

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