If love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
then to thy word I'll be steadfast
and henceforth
speak not of my love in transient terms,
think not of it in transitory thoughts,
look not upon it with ephemeral glances,
nor hold it with volatile arms
or bestow quixotic qualities on 't.
And I'll let all that is fleeting thus remain,
save for my love, my darling—
that ever-fixèd mark...
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