Sonetto 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:/ Oh 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 (William Shakespeare)