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- # WHAT WE MAY DO
When my Loue swears that she is made of truth,
I doe believe her (though I know she has)
That she might think me some vnutor d youth,
Vnskilfull in the worlds falle forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my yeares be paft the beft:
I smiling, credite her talle speaking young,
Outfacing faults in Loue, with lous ill reft.
But wherefore fayes my Loue that she is young?
And wherefore fay not I, that I am old?
O, Loue: beft habite is a soothing young,
And Age: in Loue) lous: not to have yeares rold,
Therefore I le lye with Loue, and Loue with me,
Since that our faults in Loue thus smother d be.
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