William Shakespeare<\/p>\n
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
\nAdmit impediments.\u00a0 Love is not love
\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,
\nOr bends with the remover to remove;
\nO, no!\u00a0 It is an ever-fixed mark,
\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;
\nIt is the star to every wandering bark,
\nWhose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
\nLove’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
\nWithin his bending sickle’s compass come;
\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.
\nIf this be error, and upon me prov’d,
\nI never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.\u00a0 Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; O, no!\u00a0 It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on … Continue reading