THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 14, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 138

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By: William Shakespeare

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.

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