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Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Love is not love, which utters when its alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh 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 unknown, although its height be taken.