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Post by Blaque on Aug 7, 2006 16:19:11 GMT -5
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-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 proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare
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jazzlover
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Post by jazzlover on Aug 7, 2006 17:54:18 GMT -5
Shakespere was a heavy brother! I would have loved to talk to him!
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Post by Blaque on Aug 7, 2006 18:02:34 GMT -5
He was deep.
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