I am about to embark upon a writing assignment for academic merit. I have a few poems to choose from to analyze. One in particular caught my eye; Shakespeare's Sonnet 116. I used to memorize his work on a weekly basis because I thought it would increase my memory and to entertain myself. Yes, I was once that pathetic. Anyway here is the poem before I validate the title of this post: SONNET 116 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,...