To nothing fitter can I thee compare <br />Than to the son of some rich penny-father, <br />Who, having now brought on his end with care, <br />Leaves to his son all he had heap'd together; <br />This new rich novice, lavish of his chest, <br />To one man gives, doth on another spend, <br />Then here he riots, yet among the rest <br />Haps to lend some to one true honest friend. <br />Thy gifts thou in obscurity dost waste, <br />False friends thy kindness, born but to deceive thee, <br />Thy love that is on the unworthy plac'd, <br />Time hath thy beauty, which with age will leave thee; <br />Only that little which to me was lent <br />I give thee back, when all the rest is spent.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-to-nothing-fitter/
