A Book of old English love songs . ET me not to the marriage of truemindsAdmit impediments. Love is notloveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to re- move : O no ! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests, and is nevershaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worths unknown, although his heightbe taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickles compass come; [54]. ?? fltt me not to tfce marriage of true minus Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out evn to the edge of doom: — If this be error,
A Book of old English love songs . ET me not to the marriage of truemindsAdmit impediments. Love is notloveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to re- move : O no ! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests, and is nevershaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worths unknown, although his heightbe taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickles compass come; [54]. ?? fltt me not to tfce marriage of true minus Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out evn to the edge of doom: — If this be error, and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved. — William Shakespeare.
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