Genius In Progress

Sonnet 116

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 wandering 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.

–William Shakespeare

This is a great education for ladies. If ladies understand these rules they will be much happier with their men. We men always read the all the rules about women, so here is our chance to help them as they have helped us.
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