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Love's
not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage
of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending
sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown.
Love's
not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage
of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending
sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown.