William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Xiv - Poem by William Shakespeare

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 date.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/8/2015 12:20:00 PM)


    Wonderful sonnet............Satire of class. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2001



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