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<T PASSIONATE PILGRIM> ((Collection of 20 poems, 5 of which are versions of verse known to be by Shakespeare, published by W. Jaggard in 1599)) <P A3><L 1> <N 1> ((Sonnet 138)) When my Loue sweares that she is made of truth, I doe beleeue her (though I know she lies) That she might thinke me some vntutor'd youth, Vnskilfull in the worlds false forgeries. Thus vainly thinking that she thinkes me young, Although I know my yeares be past the best: I smiling, credite her false speaking toung, Outfacing faults in Loue, with loues #ill rest. But wherefore sayes my Loue that she is young? And wherefore say not I, that I am old? O, Loues best habite is a soothing toung, And Age (in Loue) loues not to haue yeares told. Therfore Ile lye with Loue, and Loue with me, Since that our faults in Loue thus smother'd be. <P A4> <N 2> ((Sonnet 144)) Two Loues I haue, of Comfort, and Despaire, That like two Spirits, do suggest me still: My better Angell is a Man (right faire) My wors . . .
