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Sonnet 116 | ||
Let me not to the marriage of true minds | ||
Admit impediments; love is not love | ||
Which alters when it alteration finds, | ||
Or bends with the remover to remove. | ||
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark, | ||
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; | ||
It is the star to every wandering barque, | ||
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. | ||
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks | ||
Within his bending sickle's compass come. | ||
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, | ||
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. | ||
If this be error and upon me proved, | ||
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. | ||
By William Shakespeare. | ||