William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (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.

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (7/3/2010 10:23:00 PM)

    Shakespeare is making a judgement,
    not based on what he sees in the stars
    or astronomy,
    but based upon the constant knowledge
    clearly seen in the eyes of the person
    he is writing about.
    Truth and beauty combine as an art form
    in these incredibly knowledgeable eye.
    An exceptional compliment. (Report) Reply

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