Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commitsWhen I am some-time 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,Beaut'ous thou art, therefore to be assailed.And when a woman woos, what woman's sonWill sourly leave her till he have prevailed?Aye me, but yet thou might'st my seat forbearAnd chide thy beauty and thy straying youthWho lead thee in their riot even thereWhere thou art forc't to break a two-fold truth: Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee, Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.