Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For ftill temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be affailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's fon
Will fourly leave her till she have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightft my feat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy ftraying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth,-
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.