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 myself 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.