Astrophel and Stella: 18

With what sharp checkes I in my selfe am shent,When into Reasons audite I do go:And by just counts my self a banckrout knowOf all those goods, which heau'n to me haue lent:Vnable quite to pay euen Natures rent,Which vnto it by birth-right I do ow:And which is worse, no good excuse can show,But that my wealth I haue most id'ly spent.My youth doth wast, my knowledge brings forth toyes,My wit doth striue those passions to defend,Which for reward spoyle it with vaine annoyes.I see my course to loose my selfe doth bend:I see and yet no greater sorrow take,Then that I loose no more for Stellas sake.