Sonnet 138

Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler

Feb 20, 202214:07Arts

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 untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtilties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me yo...

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