Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sonnet 116

Hello All!

Thanks, "Sense and Sensibility," for reminding me of the beauty of this sonnet. . . obviously, the bold is mine.  While I originally didn't want to add it (And this subtract from the already splendid majesty) I realized it's my blog, and this is where I feel the emphasis as I read:

Let me 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-fixéd 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 proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful.... Shows how epic and daunting being in love can really be...