Sonnet #116
CXVI.br /br /Let me not to the marriage of true mindsbr /Admit impediments. Love is not lovebr /Which alters when it alteration finds,br /Or bends with the remover to remove:br /O no! it is an ever-fixed markbr /That looks on tempests and is never shaken;br /It is the star to every wandering bark,br /Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.br /Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksbr /Within his bending sickle's compass come:br /Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,br /But bears it out even to the edge of doom.br /If this be error and upon me proved,br /I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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