sonnet41

[verse 1] Those pretty 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. [chorus] 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 he have prevailed? [verse 2] Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear, And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth, Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth: [chorus] 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 he have prevailed? [bridge] Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee, Thine, by thy beauty being false to me. [chorus - final] Thy youth and beauty draw temptation’s eye, Yet still I grieve to see thy heart untrue; Thou break’st two truths, yet I can but sigh— My love still clings, though wrongs pursue.