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SONNET: 14 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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First Line: NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGEMENT PLUCK
Last Line: THY END IS TRUTH'S AND BEAUTY'S DOOM AND DATE.
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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