When my love swears that is made of truth
I do believe in, though I know lies
That it might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties
Thus vainly thinking that it thinks me young
Although knows my days are past the best
Simply I credit his false speaking tongue
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed
But wherefore says is not he 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 t’ have years told
The for a lie with me
In our faults by lies we flattered be…