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Pensive on the Stars Tonight

Pensive on the Stars Tonight

Sonnet XIV

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. –

William Shakespeare

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  1. Britain’s National Poetry Day – October 3, 2013

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