Saturday, February 13, 2010


Sonnet 116: William Shakespeare

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 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.


American Irish said...

Thanks for the sonnet Jeff!

Brian David Morley said...


Anonymous said...

Stephen Happy Valentie's to you and Gareth

WranglerMan said...

Happy Valentine's Day to you and Gareth!

Thanks for reminding me that Shakespeare had a word for every occasion!

Runaway said...

I love that, beautiful!
I didn't know it 'till now.
Thanks for Share.