Those pretty 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 he have prevailed? <br />Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, <br />And chide thy 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-41-those-pretty-wrongs-that-liberty-commi/
