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Let me not to the marriage of true minds，admit impediments. |
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Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, |
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Or bends with the remover to remove: |
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Oh no,it is an ever-fixed mark,That looks on tempests,and is never shaken; |
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It is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth's unknown,although his height be taken. |
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Love's not Time's fool,though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; |
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Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
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If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ,nor no man ever loved. |
