Doug,
Alteration has found us, but whatever
The Remover? I don’t know that guy and I don’t bend in general, much less so
We see an ever-fixéd mark, and that’s who needs to
We have looked on tempests and been shaken
But we are
Still
Here
We are no fools, not for Time, various taxing authorities, or even Grindr
Shakespeare? That one writ, and we loved
Always yours,
S
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#116.
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 wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
