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.
This is my interpretation
of a Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 in an hypertext format.
This project is called an Illuminated sonnet and is one of the
projects,
which I have completed during my Methods Two Class.
