Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare – on His Birthday

Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare - on His Birthday: 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 proved,    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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