Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Admit impediments. Love is not love
- Which alters when it alteration finds,
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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 wand’ring bark,
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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,
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But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
- If this be error and upon me prov’d,
- I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
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