from memory

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 -- oh, no.

It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken,
It is the Star to every wandering bark.

[something, something] height be taken.

[Something, something, something, something,
something something, big finish]:

And if this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ,

And no man ever loved.