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!
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