1593-9 by uncertain 
untitled: alternative version of Sonnet 138 

1	When my love swears that she is made of truth
2	I do believe her though I know she lies,
3	That she might think me some untutored youth
4	Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries.
5	Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
6	Although I know my years be past the best,
7	I, smiling, credit her false-speaking tongue,
8	Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.
9	But wherefore says my love that she is young,
10	And wherefore say not I that I am old?
11	O, love’s best habit’s in a soothing tongue,
12	And age in love loves not to have years told.
13	Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
14	Since that our faults in love thus smothered be.