Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds


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 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 of doom.

 If this be error and upon me proved,

 I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

  (William Shakespeare)

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