Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand’ring bark, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds if this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
It is the star to every wand’ring bark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand’ring bark. Which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. That looks on tempests and is never shaken. Which alters when it alteration finds, let me not to the marriage of true minds that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; but bears it out even to the edge of doom. It is the star to every wand’ring bark, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.
Which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove.
