When my love swears that is made of truth I do believe in, though I know lies That it might think me some untutored youth Unlearned in the world's false subtleties Thus vainly thinking that it thinks me young Although knows my days are past the best Simply I credit his false speaking tongue On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed But wherefore says is not he 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 The for a lie with me In our faults by lies we flattered be...