SONNET 116Let 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.
I think he is saying that if he is in error he never loved a man. Depending on how you read it it, it can also indicate that if in error no man ever loved anyone.
And this is my Horatio and Archie poem, for about 9 different reasons. I have several versions on my ipod, including one where it is presented as a rap song. The heavy rhythm works quite well for that.
Also, it always reminds me of Sam Gamgee-- bearing love out to the edge of Doom. it does not have to only be the marriage of bodies too.
Would you like a bonus dirty poem? I have put this one up before, but it is so wonderfully rude it bears repeating.
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.