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| Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, | 1 |
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| When I am sometime absent from thy heart, |
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| Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, |
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| For still temptation follows where thou art. |
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| Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, | 5 |
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| Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd; |
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| And when a woman woos, what woman's son |
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| Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd? |
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| Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, |
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| And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth, | 10 |
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| Who lead thee in their riot even there |
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| Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:— |
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 Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee, |
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| Thine by thy beauty being false to me. |
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