Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
Sonnet 14Not 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. |
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I don't consult the stars, but nevertheless I think I must be an astrologer! I don't do the usual things, the good or bad luck, the big world events or natural events. I can't do personal horoscopes either: can't tell people when they're going to be lucky or not, and can't predict what statespeople are going to be 'in' or 'out' by searching the skies.
I get my knowledge from your eyes, which are like fixed stars. There I read that both Truth and Beauty will prosper and thrive, if you'd only consent to set some store off yourself aside. [In the form of a child.]
If you don't, I make this certain prophecy: with your death will also come the death of both Truth and Beauty.