- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
- When I am sometime 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,
- Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail’d;
- And when a woman woos, what woman’s son
- Will sourly leave her till he have prevail’d?
- Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
- And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
- Who lead thee in their riot even there
- Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
- Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
- Thine by thy beauty being false to me.