CONSTANCY. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediment. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; O, no! it is an ever-fLced mark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering' haxk. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height he taken. Love’s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love afters not with his brief hours and weeks. Bub bears it oat even to the edge oi doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. —William Stakeapeue,
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Evening Star, Issue 16847, 24 September 1918, Page 5
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112Page 5 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 16847, 24 September 1918, Page 5
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