Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck - Sonnet 14
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.
