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-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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 beats it out even to the edge of doom:
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare
Pic 1: Jane & Tom, Becoming Jane (2007)
Pic 2: Jo & Laurie, Little Women (1994)
Pic 3: Marianne & Col. Brandon, Sense & Sensibility (1995)
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