Sonnet CXVI
				
	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 wand'ring 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 XVIII                           
                                          
	Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
	Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
	Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
	And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
	Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
	And often in his gold complexion dimm'd;
	And every fair from fair sometime declines,
	By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
	But thy eternal summer shall not fade
	Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
	Nor shalll Death brag thou wander'st it his shade,
	When in eternal lines to time thou growest,
	So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
	So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
	
	
			Sonnet CXIX
	
	What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
	Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
	Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
	Still losing when I saw myself to win!
	What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
	Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
	How have mine eyes out of their spheres been 	
				fitted
	In the distraction of this madding fever!
	O benefit of ill!  now I find true
	That better is by evil still made better;
	And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
	Grows fairer than at first, more strong far
			greater.
	So I return rebuked to my content
	And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
	
	
	
	- Shakespeare