By William Shakespeare
via the Poetry Foundation
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-fixèd 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, 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.
A Note from the Editor
“Shakespeare wrote this of February in Much Ado About Nothing: ‘Why, what’s the matter/That you have such a February face/So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?’” - Guest editor Rick Kogan. Read Kogan’s blog post.
Source: SHAKE-SPEARES SONNETS (1609)
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