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