9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for March 05, 2017
March 04, 2017
March 06, 2017
Transcript:
Amos: "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. amos: "o no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Amos: "it is the star to every wand'ring barque...."whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Amos: "love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. Amos: "love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Amos: "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?
