Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, <br /> When I am sometime absent from thy heart, <br /> Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, <br /> For still temptation follows where thou art. <br /> Gentle thou art and therefore to be won, <br /> Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed; <br /> And when a woman woos, what woman's son <br /> Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed? <br /> Ay me! but yet thou mightest my seat forbear, <br /> And chide try beauty and thy straying youth, <br /> Who lead thee in their riot even there <br /> Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth, <br /> Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee, <br /> Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xli/
