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 wand’ring bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although … Continue reading Sonnet 116
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