The Marriage of True Minds

The Marriage of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it altercation 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 his height be taken

Love is not Time's fool, though roasy 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 age of doom:-

If this be error and upon me proved, 

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

                        -William Shakespeare