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 wand'ring 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
This text excerpt is an example of what type of Renaissance literature?
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the sonnet
the picaresque
the devotional
the epic poem