Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 14. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

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.

1. The Church at Stratford
2. Anne Hathaway
3. Full Fathom Five
4. Dirge of the Three Queens
5. The Phoenix and the Turtle

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