let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. love is not love.
which alters when 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 a start to every wandering bark
whos worths unknown, although his height be taken
love not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
with in his bending sickles compass come
love alters not wish his breif hours and week
but bears it out even to the edge of doom

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