I + 

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. + 

But wherefore says my love that she is young? + 

And wherefore say not I that I am old? + 

O, love’s best habit is a soothing tongue, + 

And age, in love, loves not to have years told. + 

Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me, + 

Since that our faults in love thus smother’d be. + 