Love and Time

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

 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 hears it out ev’n to edge of doom:-

If this be error, and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor man ever loved.

[Sonnet CXVI]

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