Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth Poem by William Shakespeare
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.
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
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.
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~ When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, ~ .............he does believe love....even though he knows she lies... .........this means he is a believer in love....great write..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2023 10:11:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
does this dress make me look fat? ...and from that mundane question, Shakespeare's worldly wisdom creates a beautiful sonnet.