Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not love,Which alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.It is the star to every wandering barkWhose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's
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