Sonnet 138

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Paul Kelly - Rock

Sonnet 138

3 Plays

Duration: 2:40

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Lyrics

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 O, I lie with her, and she lies with me In our faults by lies we flattered be 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 I lie with her, and she lies with me In our faults by lies we flattered be

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Credits

Writers
  • Paul Kelly
  • William Shakespeare