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"Let me not to the marriage of true minds ”

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom:

If this be error, and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- William Shakespeare.

HALL I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more tem

perate :

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven
shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, un-
trimm'd.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day”

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -William Shakespeare.