1 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
2 Admit impediments. Love is not love
3 Which alters when alteration finds.
4 Or bends with the remover to remove.
5 O, no it is an ever-fixed mark
6 That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
7 It is the star to every wandering bark,
8 Whose worth's unknown, although his height but taken.
9 Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
10 Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
11 Love alters not his brief hours and weeks,
12 But bears it out ev’n to the edge of doom---
13 If this be error, and upon me proved,
14 I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
----- William Shakespeare
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