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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,…

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,…

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,…