...Love
is not love
Wh
ich alters when
it alterat
ion f
inds,
Or Bends w
ith the remover to remove.
O, no!
it
is an ever-f
ixed mark,
That looks on tempests and
is never shaken.
it
is the star to every wander
ing bark,
whose worth''s unknown, although h
is he
ight be taken.
-- W
ill
iam Shakespeare