Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks admit impediments; love is not love love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
