William Shakespeare

"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."