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.
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring 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 prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
– William Shakespeare
|Let me not to the marriage of true minds||m|
|Or bends with the remover to remove||r|
|Within his bending sickle’s compass come||c|
|I never writ, nor noman ever lov’d||n|
|It is the star to every wand’ring bark,|
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
|The north star which does not alter it’s position. It is used as a guide for wandering ships.|
|O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark|
|It is the star to every wand’ring bark|
|Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks|
|Admit impediments. Love is not love|
|abac||minds, finds ;|
|abab||Mark, bark ; shaken, taken ; cheeks, weeks; come, doom;|