Soneto CXVI
No permitáis que la unión de unas almas fieles
admita impedimentos. No es amor el amor
que cambia cuando un cambio encuentra
o que se adapta a la distancia al distanciarse.
¡Oh, no!, es un faro imperturbable
que contempla la tormenta sin llegar a estremecerse,
es la estrella para un barco sin rumbo,
de valor desconocido, aun contando su altura.
No es un capricho del tiempo, aunque los rosados labios
y mejillas caigan bajo un golpe de guadaña.
El amor no varía durante breves horas o semanas,
sino que se confirma incluso ante la muerte.
Si es esto erróneo y puede ser probado,
nunca escribí nada, ni ningún hombre amó.
SONNET 116
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.
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.
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