Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

“Sonnet 116”  by William Shakespeare

rose on a box

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:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 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.

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 of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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