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 .
Sonnet 116
It seems Judi Dench remarked to the BBC’s James Naughtie that she liked to read a Shakespeare sonnet every day, so he asked her to recite just one. She obliged with sonnet 116. Apparently this happened impromptu on 23rd May at a Royal Academy party marking the contribution of the creative arts in Britain during the last 60 years, to celebrate the Diamond Jubilee.
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