Array ( [0] => Let me not to the marriage of true minds (a) [1] => Admit impediments, love is not love (b) [2] => Which alters when it alteration finds, (a) [3] => Or bends with the remover to remove. (b) [4] => O no, it is an ever fixèd mark (c) [5] => That looks on tempests and is never shaken; (d) [6] => It is the star to every wand'ring bark, (c) [7] => Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. (d) [8] => Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks (e) [9] => Within his bending sickle's compass come, (f) [10] => Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (e) [11] => But bears it out even to the edge of doom: (f) [12] => If this be error and upon me proved, (g) [13] => I never writ, nor no man ever loved. (g) )