Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds that looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. If this be error and upon me proved, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

It is the star to every wand'ring bark. Which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark within his bending sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Admit impediments; love is not love or bends with the remover to remove. Which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove.

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.

Within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark.