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Which
alters when it alteration finds, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love's
not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. But bears it out even
to the edge of doom. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be
taken.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; if this be error and upon me proved, it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Admit impediments; love is not love.