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SONNET 116
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 its 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.
By William Shakespeare
THE STAR
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are !
Up above
the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for
your tiny spark,
He couldn’t see which way to go
If you didn’t twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep
And often through my curtains peep
For
you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky
As your bright and tiny spark
Rights the
traveller in the dark,
Though I not know what you are
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
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