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.