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Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)
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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Do not let me deny the union of true minds There should be no obstacles. Love is not love That changes when it finds change, Or yields to the one who wants to change it.
Oh no! It is a fixed point That withstands storms and is never disturbed; It is the guiding star for every lost ship, Whose value is unknown, even if its height is measured.
Love is not fooled by Time, even though rosy lips and cheeks Come within his curved sickle's reach; Love does not change with his short hours and weeks, But endures even to the end of time.
If this is a mistake, and proven against me, Then I have never written, nor has any man ever loved.