Sonnet 116 (30:8)

"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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd."