Sonnet 41

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. 4Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;And when a woman woos, what woman's sonWill sourly leave her till she have prevail'd? 8Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,Who lead thee in their riot even thereWhere thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth;— 12Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.

1 liberty: license