The following original spelling text was published in The Passionate Pilgrim by W. Shakespeare, 1599, and is copied from A Casebook on Shakespeare's Sonnets, ed. Gerald Willen and Victor B. Reed (New York: Crowell, 1964).
When my love sweares that she is made of truth,
I do beleeve her (though I know she lyes)
That she might thinke me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful 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 love, with loves ill rest.
But wherefore sayes my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I, that I am old?
O, Loves best habit's in a soothing toung,
And Age in love, loves not to have yeares told.
Therefore I'le lye with Love, and love with me,
Since that our faultes in love thus smother'd be.