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.
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
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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.
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:
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116 (My favorite.)