When my love swears that is made of truth
I do believe him, though I know he lies
That he might think me someone who tutored youth
I learn in the world's false subtleties
Thus vainly thinking that he thinks me young
Although he knows my days are past the best
Simply I credit him
His false speaking tongue
On both sides, thus his simple truth suppressed
But wherefore says he not, he is unjust
And wherefore say not I, that I am old
Love's best habit is in seeming trust
And age and love, love's need to have years told
And age and love, love's need to have years told
There for a lie with him, and he with me
And in our thoughts by lies we flattyed be
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Thank you.