Sonnets, No.116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impedients. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends 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 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 ...

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