Sonnet # 60

I must resist the kiss of just sixteen.
I must not touch a flesh too young for sex.
I want to die a man the conscious clean
That to my mind I'd nothing vile annex.
I must abhor the thought two men in bed,
And anything on sex not women and men
For I the world want saying when I'm dead,
"Here lies a woman-faithful man who'd ken."
I must not love the gold nothing but eye.
I must admire the one who helps the poor
For no fortune is there that can love buy.
Of this, we know, unknown the mind not sure.
I evil must avoid like hands the thorn
And then with humble thoughts my heart adorn.