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Sonnet 138:





Soneto 138, de William Shakespeare:

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 untutored 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 says 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 flattered be.


(Mi amor jura que dice la verdad.
Siempre la creo, aunque sé que miente...)