Рифмовать | To rhyme
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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.>>
(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116)
Лучше смотреть на компьютере | Better to watch on the computer
<<...
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.>>
(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116)
Лучше смотреть на компьютере | Better to watch on the computer
