SONNET NO. 138
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?
0, loves 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.
Note the repetitions of the following words, we find-she,
she- she, she, she, she, she, truth, truth, false, false, wherefore,
7th Line. Simply--in my assumed simplicity.
11th Line. Habit-dress.
12th Line. Told-counted.
The first poem in " The Passionate Pilgrim " 1599 is an earlier
Form of the above sonnet with slight differences. Mistress
Fitton came to London in 1595 and Bacon appears to have
included this in Shake-spear's Sonnets as he probably thought
that it was applicable to her.