When my love swears that she is made of truth

“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."


i know i'm cheating, this shouldn't count as my "daily post", but i've skipped the past few days and i really have no time to write what is on my mind.
but i read this today in AP lit and it really jumped out at me. this is the first four lines of sonnet 138 by william shakespeare,
read it.
understand it.
enjoy it.


truth told at a slant.