Sonnet 41

　　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.

　　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？

　　Ay me，but yet thou mightst my seat forbear，

　　And chide thy be