Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alterations 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.
5 comments:
He had a way with words, huh? I can't believe you were here all week and we didn't squeeze in a play at our famous Tony Award winning Shakespearen Festival.
True that Wilizzle mashizzle! LOL!
My favorite part is probably "it is an ever-fixed mark". Like, even if you fall in love with someone else, or your loved one dies, you still have this mark on you somewhere that will never go away, but in a GOOD way :p
oh man, leave it to timpani to actually get something out of it, lol! i like shakespear, but sometimes, especially his poetry, i just like the sound of the words, and digging for meaning is too much work. alright, i'm a closet bonehead, i admit it! ah, it feels so nice to have that out in the open.
It's ok Liz, I understand where you're coming from. It took me a while to understand good old William myself!
Timpani, I know exactly what you mean. That's one of the reasons I posted this. I'm working through so much right now, and this really hit me that no matter what, you will always love the people that you end up loving (no matter how you love them).
As an English Lit major, most of my classes were dedicated to getting the meaning out of poetry and literature. It becomes a sort of second nature.
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