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 suppress'd.
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.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
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Friday, August 27, 2010
Half Truth+Half Untruth=Happy "Liars"
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 suppress'd.
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.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
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 suppress'd.
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.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
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Rummuser said...
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Now, who can argue with the Bard? You have an unfair advantage over us less literary folks. Great choice Ginger.
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August 27, 2010 at 9:48 AM
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Grannymar said...
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'And age in love loves not to have years told', unfortunately my age is etched forever in my face - At least it shows I smile!
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August 27, 2010 at 9:58 AM
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Maria said...
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Beautiful and clever choice.
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August 27, 2010 at 1:49 PM
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K A B L O O E Y said...
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I love "loves best habit is in seeming trust" -- not trust, but seeming trust... and habit is deliciously ambiguous... and of course, you're left to take the word of the confessed liar. Man, I could go on for pages. That's why I had fun as an english major: you didn't have to know things, you just had to think about them. That and buying books instead of textbooks.
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August 27, 2010 at 9:40 PM
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rainbow said...
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You are so right as usual, how did you know what Grumpy and I were fighting about last night. See you SOON.
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August 28, 2010 at 9:20 AM
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Now, who can argue with the Bard? You have an unfair advantage over us less literary folks. Great choice Ginger.
'And age in love loves not to have years told', unfortunately my age is etched forever in my face - At least it shows I smile!
Beautiful and clever choice.
I love "loves best habit is in seeming trust" -- not trust, but seeming trust... and habit is deliciously ambiguous... and of course, you're left to take the word of the confessed liar. Man, I could go on for pages. That's why I had fun as an english major: you didn't have to know things, you just had to think about them. That and buying books instead of textbooks.
You are so right as usual, how did you know what Grumpy and I were fighting about last night. See you SOON.
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