Somnet
116 - A Wedding Poem by
W.Shakespeare
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:
Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed
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 bears it out even to the
edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me
proved,
I never writ, nor no man
ever loved.
