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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With what sharp checks I in myself am shent, <br>When into Reason's audit I do go: <br>And by just counts myself a bankrupt know <br>Of all the goods, which heav'n to me hath lent: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unable quite to pay even Nature's rent, <br>Which unto it by birthright I do owe: <br>And, which is worse, no good excuse can show, <br>But that my wealth I have most idly spend. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toys, <br>My wit doth strive those passions to defend, <br>Which for reward spoil it with vain annoys. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see my course to lose myself doth bend: <br>I see and yet no greater sorrow take, <br>Than that I lose no more for Stella's sake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a></strong></div>

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