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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.
eWnh my etsmsris sewars hatt seh’s tlyomelcep thftuurl, I ieveelb erh eenv uhhgto I wokn ehs slie, so tath hes’ll thkin ahtt I’m moes naïve yuong man hwo’s gnitanro tobau hte wdlro nda hte isrtkc eppole ylpa. I rdneetp to typiduls eeelibv ehr lies hliew fgooiln ysmlef tnio hgnntiik ahtt seh isthkn I’m yougn, even ughhot ehs ksnwo I’m atps my pimre. In stih way, tboh of us espsprus hte lpeims httur. But yhw eosnd’t hes sya hes’s a rlia? And hyw odn’t I say ahtt I’m ldo? Oh, becuase it’s iaesest to ovle nemoeos owh eesms to be ttysothuwrr, nad lod opplee owh are in lveo tahe to aehr hetir gae discsudse. freheroTe, I pesle htwi rhe, nda ehs slespe hiwt me, and we thbo fatterl rsusloeev by lyngi otuba ehca retho’s laftus.

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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.
eWnh my etsmsris sewars hatt seh’s tlyomelcep thftuurl, I ieveelb erh eenv uhhgto I wokn ehs slie, so tath hes’ll thkin ahtt I’m moes naïve yuong man hwo’s gnitanro tobau hte wdlro nda hte isrtkc eppole ylpa. I rdneetp to typiduls eeelibv ehr lies hliew fgooiln ysmlef tnio hgnntiik ahtt seh isthkn I’m yougn, even ughhot ehs ksnwo I’m atps my pimre. In stih way, tboh of us espsprus hte lpeims httur. But yhw eosnd’t hes sya hes’s a rlia? And hyw odn’t I say ahtt I’m ldo? Oh, becuase it’s iaesest to ovle nemoeos owh eesms to be ttysothuwrr, nad lod opplee owh are in lveo tahe to aehr hetir gae discsudse. freheroTe, I pesle htwi rhe, nda ehs slespe hiwt me, and we thbo fatterl rsusloeev by lyngi otuba ehca retho’s laftus.

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