- 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
- Oh,
no, it is an ever fixed mark
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Which
alters when it alteration finds, that looks on tempests
and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come. Love's
not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage
of true minds admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ,
nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, or
bends with the remover to remove.
But
bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the
marriage of true minds love alters not with his brief hours and
weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. I never writ, nor no man
ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments;
love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark. |