"That looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Within his bending sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. If this be error and upon me proved, which alters when it alteration finds. Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.

It is the star to every wand'ring bark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Admit impediments; love is not love I never writ, nor no man ever loved."