Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds. Or bends with the remover to remove. If this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.

Admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark. If this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.