kittyrong (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kittyrong) wrote,@ 2008-08-29 02:03:00 |
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Shakespeare Sonnet 116
Let me not to 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 food, 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 (1564-1616)
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Found this poem printed out in the mass of papers I have collected over the years. It may answer your question more completely, SQ. At the very least, I'm of the same mind as the Bard.
Let me not to 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 food, 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 (1564-1616)
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Found this poem printed out in the mass of papers I have collected over the years. It may answer your question more completely, SQ. At the very least, I'm of the same mind as the Bard.
