Love's Not Time's Fool.

When I lived in York, someone* super-glued a piece of card c/w the sonnet below to the windscreen of my car.

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.

(Sonnet 116: W. Shakespeare)

When I first took possession of the 'Black Tractor' I really couldn't find a good word to say about it
(see here).
Now that I realise we're stuck together for life I wrote the sonnet out and stuffed it inside the handlebars.

(* Yes I did know who did it and no, ultimately, it didn't work out.)