Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit inpediments,love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds
Or bedns with the remover to remove
Oh No! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown,although his
height be taken.
love's not times fool,though rosy lips
and cheeks
With his bending sickles compass come
Love alters not with the 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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truer words where never spoken then by William shakespear in this sonnet
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