This week were in the mood for some Shakespeare. Heres Sonnet 116 to help you while away the afternoon. 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 worths unknown although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles 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.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 04:00:05 +0000
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