#sonnet 138

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Wm Shakespeare

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B.A.S. / Sonnet 138

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Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

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? Oh, love’s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to 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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Current Sonnet of William Shakespeare that I am writing an explication for. Let me know your thoughts.

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O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Shakespeare - Sonnet 138

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Sonnet 138

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Poem by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet CXXXVIII

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,

Unlearned 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 to 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 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir John Gielgud)

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? Oh, love’s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told.

Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Source: William Shakespeare - Sonnets, 1996