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

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

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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

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

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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): REBECCA THOMAS STEVENS