William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116, [Let me not to the marriage of true minds] (c. 1594)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

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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 wandering bark,

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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,

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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.