Shakespeare's Sonnets reads Nikolay Obabkov ( http://www.youtube.com/ObabkovNikolay ) <br /> <br />Sonnet XIV <br /> <br />Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; <br />And yet methinks I have astronomy, <br />But not to tell of good or evil luck, <br />Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; <br />Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, <br />Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, <br />Or say with princes if it shall go well, <br />By oft predict that I in heaven find: <br />But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, <br />And, constant stars, in them I read such art <br />As truth and beauty shall together thrive, <br />If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; <br />Or else of thee this I prognosticate: <br />Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
