Reading * Please Choose One (continued)

Option C:
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.
Oh 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 its 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

 

Option D
Love one another, but make not a bond of love,
let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of our souls.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you
be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone,
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each others keeping,
for only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
Stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart and the oak
and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
     Kahlil Gibran