Tis the season – weddings abound! The two wonderful college students who rent a room from us are both marrying their respective sweethearts this summer, and several other invitations grace our refrigerator. So, it only seems right to feature Shakespeare’s love sonnets over the next few weeks. Enjoy!
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.
~ William Shakespeare