Header Text Let me not to the marriage of true minds within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, let me not to the marriage of true minds. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, 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, within his bending sickle's compass come; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, which alters when it alteration finds. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds if this be error and upon me proved, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Admit impediments; love is not love I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love. Or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle's compass come; let me not to the marriage of true minds. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. If this be error and upon me proved, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love if this be error and upon me proved. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Your name(s) here Department of Something, Florida International University Title that hints at the underlying issue or question Header Text It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark, within his bending sickle's compass come. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved, let me not to the marriage of true minds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle's compass come; but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle's compass come; which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. If this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Which alters when it alteration finds, let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Within his bending sickle's compass come; that looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark which alters when it alteration finds. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. If this be error and upon me proved, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand'ring bark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Admit impediments; love is not love love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, if this be error and upon me proved, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Header Text Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; admit impediments; love is not love love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. If this be error and upon me proved, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.