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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, / Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, / Although I know my years be past the best, / I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, / Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.