Sonnet 41 by W. Shakespeare

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometimes 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 assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till she have prevail'd?
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 forc'd to break a twofold truth;—
   Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
   Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.

Sonnet 41 (Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 41 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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