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Let me not to the marriage of
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
alters when it alteration find
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit imp
alters when it alteration finds,Or bends
an ever-fix`ed mark,That looks
every wand'ring bark
not Time's
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to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.L
alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the
an ever-fix`ed mark,That looks on tempes
every wand'ring bark,Whose wor
not Time's fool, tho
come;Love
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marriage of true minds Admit impediments.Love is not
n it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to
an ever-fix`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is
every wand'ring bark,Whose worth's unkno
not Time's fool, though rosy l
come;Love alters not
edge of do
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marriage of true minds Admit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O,
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shak
every wand'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, althou
not Time's fool, though rosy lips and ch
come;Love alters not with his
edge of doom: If thi
loved. In
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marriage of true mi Admit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is t
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his hei
not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Withi
come;Love alters not with his brief hour
edge of doom: If this be error
loved. In faith I do
errors not
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
'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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
'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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.1
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.05
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
^L0.05
marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlove Which
t alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.Love's
's fool, tho ips 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. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted;Nor tender
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor my five senses can Dissuade
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Only my plague thus far I count
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.Music to hear,why hear'st thou
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,Strikes each in each
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one,
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not to the marriage of true mind
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marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is notlo
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one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of
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marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is no
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marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love is n
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marriage of true mi mit impediments.Love
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marriage of true mi mit impedim
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marriage of true mi mit impedim
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marriage of true mi mit impe
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my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.M
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delight
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st w
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions ma
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In si
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and ha
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song be
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not
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marriage of true mi mit impe
t alteration finds,Or bends with the r
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d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, althoug
's fool, tho ips and cheeks Within
come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved,I
loved. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they d
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongu
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell,
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves uns
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Onl
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.M
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delight
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st w
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions ma
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In si
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and ha
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song be
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not
^L0.05
marriage of true mi mit impe
t alteration finds,Or bends with the r
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is n
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, althoug
's fool, tho ips and cheeks Within
come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved,I
loved. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they d
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongu
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell,
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves uns
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Onl
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.M
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delight
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st w
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions ma
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In si
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and ha
one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song be
this to thee:'Thou single wilt prove noneLet me not
^L0.05
marriage of true mi mit impe
t alteration finds,Or bends with the r
x`ed mark,That looks on tempests and is n
d'ring bark,Whose worth's unknown, althoug
's fool, tho ips and cheeks Within
come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved,I
loved. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
errors note;But`tis my heart that loves what they d
is pleased to dote.Nor are mine ears with thy tongu
feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell,
sensual feast with thee alone.But my five wits, nor
one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves uns
Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.Onl
my gain,That she that makes me sin awards me pain.M
music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delight
which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st w
the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions ma
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In si
shouldst bear.Mark how one string, sweet husband to
by mutual ordering;Resembling sire and child and