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 untutor’d 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 flatter’d be.
1609
Regular
English Renaissance
2023
Love & Relationships
Alliteration
the repetition of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words appearing in succession
Allusion
an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it explicitly; an indirect or passing reference
Caesura
a break between words within a metrical foot