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Mistress Fitton
SONNET NO. 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,
Beautious thou art and therefore to be assailed,
But when a woman woes, what woman's son,
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed.
Ay me but yet thou might'st my fear 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,
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
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