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.
Source:The Sonnet (Signet Classic, ed. 1999), Sonnet CXVI, Page 115
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