Love Immutable
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.
—Sonnet CXVI (116)

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.
—Sonnet CXVI (116)

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
–Sonnet LXXXVIII (88)

Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost.
-Sonnet XCI (91)

This miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
–Sonnet LXV (65)

But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell.
–Sonnet XCIII (93)

Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
– Sonnet CV (105)