WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNETS - SONNET - 14 - NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGEMENT PLUCK

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNETS

 SONNET 14

NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGEMENT PLUCK

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;

And yet methinks I have Astronomy,

But not to tell of good or evil luck,

Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,

Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,

Or say with princes if it shall go well

By oft predict that I in heaven find:

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,

And, constant stars, in them I read such art

As truth and beauty shall together thrive,

If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;

Or else of thee this I prognosticate:

Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.