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Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sonnet [138]Sonnet [138]
[138]
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
4Unskillful in the world’s false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I, smiling, credit her false-speaking tongue,
8Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is a soothing tongue,
12And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smothered be.
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