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| Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; | 1 |
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| And yet methinks I have astronomy, |
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| But not to tell of good or evil luck, |
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| Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; |
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| Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, | 5 |
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| Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, |
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| Or say with princes if it shall go well |
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| By oft predict that I in heaven find: |
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| But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, |
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| And constant stars in them I read such art | 10 |
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| As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive, |
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| If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert'; |
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 Or else of thee this I prognosticate: |
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| 'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.' |
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