William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
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Poems by William Shakespeare : 110 / 410
Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
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 to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
William Shakespeare
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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Poems by William Shakespeare : 110 / 410
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I cannot lie but live to tell the truth.
Flattered by the lips that never spoke.
Eleven lines are left two split in half......iip
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
One very important thing in a love relationship is trust and understanding.This tightens the bound of love.As it has always been, Love is also about believing the best of others.
138.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I believe her, though I know she lies,
So that she might think of me as some untutored youth,
Unknowing of the world's false subtleties;
And so vainly thinking of me as young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I accept her false speaking tongue,
And on both sides this is simple truth suppressed.
But why won't she admit she is unjust?
And why don't I admit that I am old?
Because Love's best habit is in seeming to trust,
And people in love,
Don't seek to be reminded of their age;
Therefore, I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults, by these lies,
We have our flattery.
A beautiful sonnet that captures all what a sonnet should be.
does this dress make me look fat? ...and from that mundane question, Shakespeare's worldly wisdom creates a beautiful sonnet.
sonnet was first poem we studied in grade school.
who else wrote that one, shakespeares.
People say that love is all about being honest and telling the truth, but they don't realize that sometimes it is in those innocuous lies that love tends to find true happiness. Shakespeare, the God of literature is one of the first few people to realize that....
SOMETHING IN COMMON makes relationship worth holding. it just happen
theirs is not very remarkable. i want to meet a person who never lies.
Trusting love more than truth one enjoys life with the lady love! The fact of the truth is well expressed by the great bard based on his experience in life! It is interesting the way he puts the matter in this sonnet!