| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet XIV |
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| SONNET 14 |
| 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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