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Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.

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