Don’t worry folks, I’ve done the hard work for you, and googled the roman numerals so that if you want to impress chicks by reciting some of this sonnet you can confidently tell them its Shakespeare’s Sonnet number 116.

After Valentine’s Day weekend el amor has been on my mind. Sat down to browse an old poetry anthology (which i proudly stole from my high school library, such a rebel!) and got nostalgic reading sonnets cuz of a Shakespeare seminar I had when I was 16 (yes, I went to nerd school) where we had to memorize one each for recitation (mine was CVI).

116’s an oldie but a goodie:

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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, althogh 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.