Mistress Fitton



      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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