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; 4Nor 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: 8But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,And, constant stars, in them I read such artAs 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;' 12Or else of thee this I prognosticate:'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.'

2 have astronomy: know astrology5 tell: allot6 Pointing: appointing8 oft predict: frequent predictions10 art: knowledge12 If from thyself . . . convert; cf. n.14 date: end