1WHen my Loue sweares that she is made of truth,

2I doe beleeue her (though I know she lies)

3That she might thinke me some vntutor'd youth,

4Vnskilfull in the worlds false forgeries.

5Thus vainly thinking that she thinkes me young,

6Although I know my yeares be past the best:

7I smiling, credite her false speaking toung,

8Outfacing faults in Loue, with loues ill rest.

9But wherefore sayes my Loue that she is young?

10And wherefore say not I, that I am old?

11O, Loues best habite is a soothing toung,

12And Age (in Loue) loues not to haue yeares told.

13 Therfore Ile lye with Loue, and Loue with me,

14 Since that our faults in Loue thus smother'd be.

15TWo Loues I haue, of Comfort, and Despaire,

16That like two Spirits, do suggest me still:

17My better Angell is a Man (right faire)

18My worser spirite a Woman (colour'd ill.)

19To winne me soone to hell, my Female euill

20Tempteth my better Angell from my side,

21And would corrupt my Saint to be a Diuell,

22Wooing his purity with her faire pride.

23And whether that my Angell be turnde feend,

24Suspect I may (yet not directly tell:

25For being both to me: both, to each friend,

26I ghesse one Angell in anothers hell:

27 The truth I shall not know, but liue in doubt,

28 Till my bad Angell fire my good one out.

29DId not the heauenly Rhetorike of thine eie,

30Gainst whom the world could not hold argumēt,

31Perswade my hart to this false periurie:

32Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment.

33A woman I forswore: but I will proue

34Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee:

35My vow was earthly, thou a heauenly loue,

36Thy grace being gainde, cures all disgrace in me.

37My vow was breath, and breath a vapor is,

38Then thou faire Sun, that on this earth doth shine,

39Exhale this vapor vow, in thee it is:

40If broken, then it is no fault of mine.

41 If by me broke, what foole is not so wise

42 To breake an Oath, to win a Paradise?