William Shakespeare’s 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 wand’ring bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his

height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips

and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass

come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov’d

I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.