Let me not to the marriage of true minds <br /> Admit impediments. Love is not love <br /> Which alters when it alteration finds, <br /> Or bends with the remover to remove. <br /> O no! it is an ever-fixed mark <br /> That looks on tempests and is never shaken; <br /> It is the star to every wand'ring bark, <br /> Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. <br /> Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks <br /> Within his bending sickle's compass come; <br /> Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, <br /> But bears it out even to the edge of doom. <br /> If this be error and upon me prov'd, <br /> I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-cxvi-let-me-not-to-the-marriage-of-true/
