Not From the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck - Sonnet No. 14 by Shakespeare

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Not from the stars do I my judgment 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 datе