XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
        
          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, 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.'