SONNET 138	PARAPHRASE
When my love swears that she is made of truth	When my mistress swears that she is faithful
I do believe her, though I know she lies,	I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,	That she might think I am some inexperienced youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.	Ignorant of all the deceit that exists in the world.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,	Thus foolishly thinking that I am still young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,	Although she knows that my best days are behind me,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:	Foolishly I give credit to the untruths she tells about me;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.	So that both of us are supressing the ugly truth.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?	But why does she not tell me that she is unfaithful?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?	And why do I not admit that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,	O, love's best disguise is the pretence of truth,
And age in love loves not to have years told:	And older lovers do not like to have their age pointed out:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,	That is why I lie to her and she to me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.	And the lies we tell each other help us forget our respective faults.