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Poem by Philip Sidney


Sonnet 18. With What Sharp Checks


With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,
      When into Reason's audit I do go:
      And by just counts myself a bankrout know
Of all those goods, which heav'n 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.



Philip Sidney


Philip Sidney's other poems:
  1. The Bargain
  2. Ring Out Your Bells
  3. Psalm 23
  4. Voices at the Window
  5. Philomela


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