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     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-fixéd 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 ev'n to the edge of doom:—

     If this be error and upon me proved,

     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.