Sonnet 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 untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtilties. 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 suppress'd. 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 t' have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

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Sonnet 138 is an episode from Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler.

This episode is 14:07 long.

This episode was published on Feb 20, 2022.

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