
February 29
2000 |
Reading from our wedding ceremony:
Sonnet 116
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 its height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within its bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with its 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 one ever loved.
...William Shakespeare
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