Sonnet 116
(Let Me Not to the Marriage of
true Minds)(1609)
by William Shakespeare
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
tempest 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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