"SONNET 116" DE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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.

"THE MORE LOVING ONE" BY W.H. AUDEN

looking up at the stars, i know quite well

that, for all they care, i can go to hell,

but on earth indifference is the least

we have to dread from man or beast.

how should we like it were stars to burn

with a passion for us we could not return?

if equal affection cannot be,

let the more loving one be me.

admirer as i think i am

of stars that do not give a damn,

i cannot, now i see them, say

i missed one terribly all day.

were all stars to disappear or die,

i should learn to look at an empty sky

and feel its total dark sublime,

though this might take me a little time.