True Love（2/2）

Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken.

Loves not Tis fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

With his bendg sickles pass e;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doo.

If this be error, and uponproved,

I never writ, nor no an ever loved.

时光飞逝，爱依然不变。