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