We Admit No Impediments

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..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.

(Shakespeare, and if you press me to look up the sonnet I will. But you won't and I won't)