Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved.Or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand’ring bark. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved.Or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand’ring bark. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom.