Plunderverse Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when 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, through 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.
But this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



Let                                            true minds
Admit                        Love           love

                                                remove
               s    ever-fixed mark
That                                                   shaken;
             star               wander
       s     th                                                                 e
                            fool
Within his
                                       brief hours and weeks
                                                         of doom.
    h    e                                      proved
                            no man ever loved.