When my love swears that she is made of truth... (Sonnet CXXXVIII) Lyrics

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

Unlearned in the world's false subtleties

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young

Although she knows my days are past the best

Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue

On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed

But wherefore says she not she is unjust

And wherefore say not I that I am old

O, love's best habit is in seeming trust

And age in love loves not to have years told

Therefore I lie with her and she with me

And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be

But wherefore says she not she is unjust

And wherefore say not I that I am old

O, love's best habit is in seeming trust

And age in love loves not to have years told

But wherefore says she not she is unjust

And wherefore say not I that I am old

O, love's best habit is in seeming trust

And age in love loves not to have years told

But wherefore says she not she is unjust

And wherefore say not I that I am old

O, love's best habit is in seeming trust

And age in love loves not to have years told