Bachelor of Science in Psychology
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Sidebar text Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; if this be error and upon me proved, admit impediments; love is not love. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove. I never writ, nor no man ever loved.