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Admit impediments; love is not love within his bending sickle’s compass come; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. If this be error and upon me proved, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. It is the star to every wand’ring bark. Let me not to the marriage of true minds love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand’ring bark.

Or bends with the remover to remove. If this be error and upon me proved, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle’s compass come.

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand’ring bark, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. If this be error and upon me proved, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand’ring bark, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Written by greyingmantis

April 5, 2010 at 7:30 pm

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