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a wise friend once said . . .

today has already brought conversations w/ more than one friend about love, its effects, it's depth, it's sheer capacity to bewilder, confound, discombobulate, perplex and addle. dennis threw off a quote, which he had lifted from another friend, who probably lifted it from another friend, and so on, and so on . . . like danny vinyard said, "someone else has already said it best so if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong." i googled it and found this sonnet. make of it what you will.

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, Sonnet 116)


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