Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 is my favorite sonnet. This sonnet may have helped me through a break-up –that is, after it made it worse at first. Anyway, I particularly like this Bullfinch Press edition of Shakespeare’s sonnets. It has the complete 154 sonnets and has illustrations by Ferris Cook. The book is big enough, but not too big. It’s not crammed; there has to be enough space for such declarations of love, after all.
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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring 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 ev’n to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.