那就当我从未写过，也从未有人真正爱过。
Letnot to the arriage of true ds
Adit ipedts. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration fds，
Or bends with the reover to reove.
Oh， no！It is an ever-fixed ark，
That looks os and is never shaken；
It is the star to every wanderg bark，
Whose worths unknown， although his height be taken.
Loves not Tis fool， though rosy lips and cheeks
With his bendg sickles pass e；
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks，
But bears it out even to the edge of doo.
If this be error， and uponproved，
I never writ， nor no an ever loved.