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