Sonnet 93

　　So shall I live supposing thou art true，

　　Like a deceived husband；so love's face

　　May still seem love to me，though altered new：

　　Thy looks with me，thy heart in other place.

　　For there can live no hatred in thine eye，

　　Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.

　　In many's looks the false heart's history

　　Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange；

　　But heaven in thy creation did decree

　　That in thy face sweet love should eve