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Sonnet XIV pdf version
 
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;1
And yet methinks I have astronomy,2
But not to tell of good or evil luck,3
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;4
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,5
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,6
Or say with princes if it shall go well,7
By oft predict that I in heaven find:8
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,9
And, constant stars, in them I read such art10
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,11
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;12
    Or else of thee this I prognosticate:13
    Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.14