Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand’ring bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool,
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