Let us not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. The love that can be named
Is not the true Love; the way that can be altered,
Alteration found, is not the Way.
Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark
Upon a burning page; it is not time's fool,
Love is the boundary of Heaven and Earth,
Darkness of darkness, beginning of an end;
Even to the edge of doom, she scatters
A richer darkness, a welling redness, a fever
In the blood. What we do not admit, she marries,
Without impediments and without a name.