- 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
- Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark
- That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
- It is the star to every wand'ring 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