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10 years ago
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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.
—Shakespeare's sonnet 116
始於M
10 years ago
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
始於M
10 years ago
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
始於M
10 years ago
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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