Shakespeare, 13th October

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

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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.

Sonnet CXVI