Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 138
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 138 (Shakespeare).
138When my loue sweares that she is made of truth,I do beleeue her though I know she lyes,That she might thinke me some vntuterd youth,Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties.Thus vainely thinking that she thinkes me young,Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,Simply I credit her false speaking tongue,On both sides thus is simple truth supprest:But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust?And wherefore say not I that I am old?O loues best habit is in seeming trust,And age in loue, loues not t'haue yeares told.Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,And in our faults by lyes we flattered be.