SONNET.-BY SHAKESPEARE
SONNET.-BY SHAKESPEARE. Let me not 10 the marriage of true minds Admit mpedments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration fnds,- Or bends with ihe remover to remove2 0 no! it is eyer-fxed mark, That looks on tempess and is never shakes; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose wor,h's unknown, although his height be ta.

 ken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sckle's compass come; Love alters uOt with his hrefhours and weeks; But bears it out cen 10 the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, and no man ever loved.