Sonnet 116 | SONNET of the week

Poet: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Published: 1609

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 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.

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  1. This is Shakespeare's best sonnet, in my humble opinion. :)

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  2. The spelling, capitalization, and punctuation in the sonnet above is not original. It was modernized.

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