William Shakespeare: Sonnet XVI

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-fixed mark

    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

    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.

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