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