Let me not to the marriage of true minds... (Sonnet CXVI) Lyrics

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 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

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

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

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