Darlink Bleaders,
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer, an ever-fixèd mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Why?
Should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such
desperate enterprises?
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. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured and far away.
Let me not, to the marriage of true minds. Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises. Let me not admit impediments. Love is a product that follows from devotion. Love is not love -- you’ve got the wrong word there -- if what you call love alters when it alteration finds.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it
is because he hears a different drummer, an ever-fixèd mark that looks on
tempests and is never shaken. By
definition it is the outcome of devotion.
That’s why it is an ever-fixed mark.
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. Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises.
Bear it out even to the edge of doom. Let us step to the music which we hear, however measured and far away. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
But he did writ and so did I and they (bard and Walden's warden) did love and so do I.
Love,
Jennifer
ps more soon xoxjmh
