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.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br />
Within his bending sickle's compass come;<br />
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br />
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

William Shakespeare

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