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.
a. Recalling
1. "....Love is not love"
"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks..."
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,.."
2."That looks on tempest and is never shaken"
"Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken"
"It is the star to every wandering bark"
b. Interpreting
What is the measuring of the image star in lines 7-8? How does this image apply to love?
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken- Whose value cannot be counted, although it's loftiness can be limited.
C. Extending
Yes, I do agree. Because all of us already felt this kind of love. A kind of love that would never leave you. It is God's love. It is the bright morning star that lights up every dull morning and cheers up the weak and lonely.
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