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.
Love is not love which would change a man’s mind,
And make him alter his nature to suit you.
Love is not love that would make one man your slave,
And another master of you.
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.
Love is not a god that will save us from our fate,
When we are dead or dying.
AI in italics, Shakespeare in roman.
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