Let me not to the marriage of true minds

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 tempests and is never shaken;
• It is the star to every wand’ring 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 prov’d,
• I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.