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-fix`ed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand』ring bark, Whose worth』s unknown, although his heighth 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.
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