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