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Wedding Reading - Extract from the English Patient
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I am giving a reading at my brother's wedding soon (civil ceremony) and am struggling to find a reading that they will like. They wouldn't want anything old-fashioned or slushy or a poem.
Someone told me that there is a beautiful passage in The English Patient about declaration of love but I wouldn't know where to start in looking for it. It would be ideal as it the bride to be's favourite film.
Any help or other ideas would be much appreciated!!!!
Someone told me that there is a beautiful passage in The English Patient about declaration of love but I wouldn't know where to start in looking for it. It would be ideal as it the bride to be's favourite film.
Any help or other ideas would be much appreciated!!!!
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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-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering 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 even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
I read this at my dads wedding (their choice) and I think it's a lovely sonnet.
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-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering 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 even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
I read this at my dads wedding (their choice) and I think it's a lovely sonnet.
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