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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.

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Sonnet 116; Exact wording and attribution checked. Reflection on time and human experience; original wording checked in the cited work.
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