Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; admit impediments; love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved. Within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.

It is the star to every wand'ring bark, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. 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. Or bends with the remover to remove.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, which alters when it alteration finds, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; let me not to the marriage of true minds

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