Poem from The Passionate Pilgrim 1599

  1. When my love swears that she is made of truth,    
  2. I do believe her (though I know she lies),
  3. That she might think me some untutored youth,
  4. Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries.
  5. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
  6. Although I know my years be past the best,
  7. I, smiling, credit her false-speaking tongue,
  8. Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.
  9. But wherefore says my love that she is young?
  10. And wherefore say not I that I am old?
  11. O, love’s best habit’s in a soothing tongue,
  12. And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
  13. Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
  14. Since that our faults in love thus smothered be.

Line 4 becomes Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties in the 1609 version of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Sonnet number 138 .Image




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