Let Me Not to the Marriage Of True Minds

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)Β 

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 wand’ring bark,
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken,
love’s not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickles compass come
love alters not with his brief house 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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