Let me not to the marriage of true minds

(Sonnet 116)
by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
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"If I lose mine honour, I lose myself"
Ant & Cleo, Act iii, Sc.4

"The course of true love never did run smooth"
Mid N Dr, Act i, Sc.1

"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better"
Twelfth N, Act iii, Sc.1

"How poor are they that have not patience"
Othello, Act ii, Sc.3