Los gráciles males en que incurres
Si de tu corazón estoy ausente
Convienen a tu edad y tu belleza,
Pues doquiera que vas eres tentado.
Eres gentil, y galardón valioso,
Eres bello, y todas te cortejan.
¿Qué hijo de mujer a las mujeres
Podría consentir vanos suspiros?
Mas respeta, ay de mí, mis propios fueros
Y reprende a tu juventud fogosa,
Pues te arrastra a tales frenesíes
Que incurres en perjurio doblemente:
Por ella, a quien por bello me quitaste,
Por ti, que me fuiste infiel por bello.

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,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
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 forced to break a twofold truth:
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.