LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE

LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS

WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR (1564-1616)

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 tempest 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.