As I walk in the ways of Shakespeare, I give you his finest sonnet.... TIMES' FOOL.
Let me not, to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Love's not love when it alteration finds
Nor bends with the remover to remove.
No, tis an ever-fixed mark which looks on tempest and is never shaken.
'Tis the star to every wanderers' bark, whose worth unknown although its height be taken.
Loves not times' fool though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles' compass come
Love alters not with its brief hours and weeks
But bears it out till the very edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved
Then I never writ nor no man ever loved.
by. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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