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.

(1609)

Sonnet 116

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Naty Paola
almost 3 years

Such a beautiful sonnet... as time goes by from the time I read it in high school and I come back to reread it, I feel that due to experience.... I understand the sonnet with its deeper meaning even more than before. One of my favorite Shakespearean sonnets.

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Amen!

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