Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

1Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,

2When I am sometime absent from thy heart,

3Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,

4For still temptation follows where thou art.

5Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,

6Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;

7And when a woman woos, what woman's son

8Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?

9Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,

10And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,

11Who lead thee in their riot even there

12Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth: —

13 Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,

14 Thine by thy beauty being false to me.