Those petty 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
assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till she have
prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightest my seat
forbear,
And chide try 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.
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