(d)***Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks (e)Within his bending sickle's compass come, (f)*Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (e)But bears it out even to the edge of doom: (f)*:If this be error and upon me proved, (g)*:I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.