| SONNET 138 |
PARAPHRASE |
| When my love swears that she is made of truth |
When my mistress swears that she is faithful |
| I do believe her, though I know she lies, |
I do believe her, though I know she lies, |
| That she might think me some untutor'd youth, |
So that she might think I am some inexperienced youth, |
| Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. |
Ignorant of all the deceit that exists in the world. |
| Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, |
Thus foolishly thinking that I am still young, |
| Although she knows my days are past the best, |
Although she knows that my best days are behind me, |
| Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: |
Foolishly I give credit to the untruths she tells about me; |
| On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. |
So that both of us are supressing the ugly truth. |
| But wherefore says she not she is unjust? |
But why does she not tell me that she is unfaithful? |
| And wherefore say not I that I am old? |
And why do I not admit that I am old? |
| O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, |
O, love's best disguise is the pretence of truth, |
| And age in love loves not to have years told: |
And older lovers do not like to have their age pointed out: |
| Therefore I lie with her and she with me, |
That is why I lie to her and she to me, |
| And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be. |
And the lies we tell each other help us forget our respective faults. |