歌手:Ane Brun
专辑:《Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That He Is Made Of Truth》

作词 : Ane Brun
作曲 : Ane Brun
When my love swears that he 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.