| THOSE pretty wrongs that liberty commits | |
| When I am sometimes absent from thy heart, | |
| Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, | |
| For still temptation follows where thou art. | |
| Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, | 5 |
| Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail’d; | |
| And when a woman woos, what woman’s son | |
| Will sourly leave her till she have prevail’d? | |
| Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, | |
| And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth, | 10 |
| Who lead thee in their riot even there | |
| Where thou art forc’d to break a twofold truth;— | |
| Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee, | |
| Thine, by thy beauty being false to me. |