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William Shakespeare ( 1564-1616 )

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.