These are by far some of my most favourite words ever written in the English language.
One of the best memories I have is sitting in English class in my last year of high school listening to my teacher read poetry and this is one of the poems that stayed with me from that class.
I remember how hard I used to try to understand arrangement, the rhyme schemes, meter and illiteration, etc and how thrilled I'd be when I recognised what the poet had had been trying to achieve. I felt accomplished. But there were poems I truly just loved for the amount of depth carried in the words and this sonnet is one of those that never left my heart.
Sonnet 116Let 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.
(1564 - 1616)