莎翁的14行诗里经常出现一位神秘女人“dark lady”，黑发黑眼，又美丽又粗俗。正因为这些相互矛盾的个性和状态，使得这几首诗，包括 Sonnet 138，格外地生动和有魅力，尤其是那些个谎言(“lies”) ，Hmmm。

Sonnet 138

By William Shakespeare 

When my love swears that she is made of truth,

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutored youth,

Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:

On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?

And wherefore say not I that I am old?

Oh, 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.