My friend from Charlottesville came next:"William Shakespeare writes,
Let us not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rose lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But it bears out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never write, nor no man ever loved.
May your love be an ever-fixed mark.
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