[00:00.17]Sonnet 116
[00:02.91]by William Shakespeare
[00:05.01]Let me not to the marriage of true minds
[00:10.01]Admit impediments. Love is not love
[00:14.63]Which alters when it alteration finds,
[00:17.32]Or bends with the remover to remove:
[00:21.09]O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
[00:26.76]That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
[00:30.32]It is the star to every wandering bark,
[00:34.20]Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
[00:38.07]Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
[00:44.11]Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
[00:46.67]Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
[00:51.20]But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
[00:56.13]If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
[01:01.43]I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.