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