Marianne Faithfull

Marianne Faithfull - Sonnet 14 lyrics

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(William Shakespeare)



Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,

And yet methinks I have astronomy;

But not to tell of good or evil luck,

Of plagues, or dearths, or seasons' quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,

Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,

Or say with princess if it whall 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,

   They and is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
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