Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within 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.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
In joint celebration of World Book Night and Shakespeare’s birthday, the poet Don Paterson matched a Shakespeare sonnet to each of the 25 specially chosen titles to be given away up and down the country this evening
Oh you know, just my lecturer picking poems and that. Just chilling in The Guardian.
