Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why
Admit impediments. Love is not love
minds that truly love each other shouldn’t be
Which alters when it alteration finds,
joined together. Love isn’t really love if it changes
Or bends with the remover to remove.
when it sees the beloved change or if it disappears
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
when the beloved leaves. Oh no, love is a
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
constant and unchanging light that shines on
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
storms without being shaken; it is the star that
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height
guides every wandering boat. And like a star, its
be taken.
value is beyond measure, though its height can be
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and
measured. Love is not under time’s power, though
cheeks
time has the power to destroy rosy lips and
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
cheeks. Love does not alter with the passage of
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
brief hours and weeks, but lasts until Doomsday. If
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
I’m wrong about this and can be proven wrong, I
If this be error and upon me proved,
never wrote, and no man ever loved.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare
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MODERN TEXT
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the sun. Coral is
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
much redder than the red of her lips. Compared to the
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
whiteness of snow, her breasts are grayish-brown.
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;
Poets describe their mistresses' hair as gold wires, but
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
my mistress hasblack wires growing on her head. I
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
have seen roses that were a mixture of red and white,
And in some pérfumes is there more delight
but I don’t see those colors in her cheeks. And some
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
perfumes smell more delightful than my mistress’s
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
reeking breath. I love to hear her speak; yet I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
perfectly well that music has a far more pleasant sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
I admit I never saw a goddess walk; when my mistress
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
walks, she treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I
ground.
think my beloved is as special as any woman whom
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
poets have lied about with false comparisons.