<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of human bondage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my love and I mutually swear that we both are made of truth<br>I do believe her, though I know she is fickle; full of frauds and dry lies, <br>Making me wondering if she might think me some untutored youth, <br>Unlearnèd in the ways of the vast world's false cunning subtleties.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus lying to each other, I cannot tell if she thinks me young, <br>Although in her mind she knows my days are past their best, <br>Being an occasional adulterous myself, I credit her false-speaking tongue; <br>On both sides hypocrisy thrives and thus is simple truth suppressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wherefore I can never say or guess when and if she is unjust? <br>Consuming fresh young flesh wherefore say not I that I am old? <br>The thrusting thought that love's best habit is in seeming trust, <br>And age in love, loves not to have years told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore I do bed her, and she does bed me, <br>And in our faults by lies and by false evasive excuses we flattered be. <br>Beware when being seduced by sweet fresh younger nymph's kind<br>Love becomes a monster that plays havoc with your mind </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Copy Rights 2010<br> All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413184" data-title="Of human bondage de Isaac Ziv" data-description="When my love and I mutually swear that we both are made of truth I do believe her, though I know she is fickle; full of frauds and dry lies, Making me wondering if she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the ways of the vast world..."></div> </div> </div>

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