Excerpts from Sonnet CXVI (Shakespeare)
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with brief hours and weeks,
But bears it
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