"When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,...
...O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be."
_William Shakespeare, Sonnet 138
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nice excerpt. But try to leave that love-lying habit :p.
she neither turned, nor yet, frowned, nor did she bar the door;
she looked at him, her love before, as if he was an ordinary man.
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