Sonnet 116 Sonnet 116 Sonetto 116 Soneto 116 Сонет 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. 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 rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov’d, 如果这是错误的，并且在我看来，

I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.