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Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love. Or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand’ring bark, 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.
It is the star to every wand’ring bark, within his bending sickle’s compass come; if this be error and upon me proved. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; admit impediments; love is not love. It is the star to every wand’ring bark, let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come.