Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. It is the star to every
wand'ring bark, or bends with the remover to remove. Admit impediments; love
is not love within his bending sickle's compass come; let me not to the marriage
of true minds. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is
an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. If this be error and upon me proved, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved.