William Shakespeare

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws

When I consider everything that grows

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face

Let the bird of loudest lay

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought