Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true

1So shall I live, supposing thou art true,

2Like a deceived husband; so love's face

3May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;

4Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:

5For there can live no hatred in thine eye,

6Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.

7In many's looks, the false heart's history

8Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange.

9But heaven in thy creation did decree

10That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;

11Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,

12Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.

13 How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,

14 If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!