Town Council
Council Members
Let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring
bark, or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to
the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that
looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though
rosy lips and cheeks. Within his bending sickle's compass come; let
me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever
loved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved. I never writ, nor no man ever loved.