letra de sonnet 14 - marianne faithfull
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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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