9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for September 04, 2011
Transcript:
Man: "let me not the marriage of the minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Man: Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Man: it is the star to every wand'ring barque...whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Man: Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. man: Love laters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Man: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." Man: I guess you haven't read a prenup, have you?