Michael Drayton - "To nothing fitter can I thee compare" lyrics

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