When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies

She was a vixen when she went to school:And though she be but little, she is fierce.

No mask like open truth to cover lies,As to go naked is the best disguise.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,Chaos is come again.

One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.