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That looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Admit impediments; love is not love. Let me not to the marriage of true minds oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand’ring bark.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.