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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
Unlearnèd 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 t' have years told.
  Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
  And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
ehWn my rtsmesis sweasr ahtt ehs’s ylceoetlmp ulfuthrt, I ibvelee rhe veen tghhuo I nokw hse sile, so thta hes’ll thnki ahtt I’m soem naïve ugyon nma woh’s noirtang oabut eth rdlow adn het csiktr ploeep lyap. I tdnepre to tuysplid ieebvle her iles wileh glnoofi fylmse oint kngihnti hatt hse khitsn I’m nyuog, veen othhgu esh oknws I’m atsp my empri. In stih awy, tbho of us esspuprs het pmeils httur. utB hyw neods’t she say she’s a rlai? dnA wyh ond’t I say tath I’m lod? Oh, esucbea it’s sitaese to ovel semoone owh esmes to be trhourwstyt, nda old eelppo owh aer in elov haet to ahre rehti aeg dssidecsu. orefreTeh, I selep tihw her, nad she eespsl with me, and we thbo rlatfet rloueessv by nygil utoba heca eorht’s fsutal.

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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
Unlearnèd 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 t' have years told.
  Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
  And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
ehWn my rtsmesis sweasr ahtt ehs’s ylceoetlmp ulfuthrt, I ibvelee rhe veen tghhuo I nokw hse sile, so thta hes’ll thnki ahtt I’m soem naïve ugyon nma woh’s noirtang oabut eth rdlow adn het csiktr ploeep lyap. I tdnepre to tuysplid ieebvle her iles wileh glnoofi fylmse oint kngihnti hatt hse khitsn I’m nyuog, veen othhgu esh oknws I’m atsp my empri. In stih awy, tbho of us esspuprs het pmeils httur. utB hyw neods’t she say she’s a rlai? dnA wyh ond’t I say tath I’m lod? Oh, esucbea it’s sitaese to ovel semoone owh esmes to be trhourwstyt, nda old eelppo owh aer in elov haet to ahre rehti aeg dssidecsu. orefreTeh, I selep tihw her, nad she eespsl with me, and we thbo rlatfet rloueessv by nygil utoba heca eorht’s fsutal.

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