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XLI.
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am
sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy
years full well befits,
For still temptation follows
where thou art.
Gentle thou art and therefore to be
won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly
leave her till she have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet
thou mightest my seat forbear,
And chide try beauty
and thy straying 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.
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