Sonnet Number 138 by William Shakespeare Postcard

SONNET CXXXVIII 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 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. Many features may be customized, such as border and background colors. Images may be resized or moved, and many products are available in a number of pre-edited variations. Please browse the category to see all options. Images courtesy of various public domain archives, including FromOldBooks.org and OldBookArt.com. Visit OldBookArt. Any images found there may be saved to your computer, and uploaded here to customize any of these products in any manner you wish. There are thousands of variations of the poems and images. The best way to browse is to go to a specific sonnet or poem by an author on the sidebar menu, then use the drop down menu to narrow by product type. You can then see all the images available on that product type. Click the drop down menu to show more items per page if there are more than 20. to return to the home page of the here at