[00:10.22]Let me not to the marriage of true minds，admit impediments.
[00:14.64]Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
[00:18.98]Or bends with the remover to remove:
[00:21.84]Oh no,it is an ever-fixed mark,That looks on tempests,and is never shaken;
[00:28.17]It is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth's unknown,although his height be taken.
[00:34.62]Love's not Time's fool,though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come;
[00:41.39]Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
[00:48.40]If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ,nor no man ever loved.