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That looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved, let me not to the marriage of true minds. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Which alters when it alteration finds.
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Which alters when it alteration finds, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Within his bending sickle's compass come; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. If this be error and upon me proved, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove.