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- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-11-25). Score information: Letter (landscape), 12 pages, 288 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: From an on-going SAB Collection, "Book of Sonnets"
General Information
Title: Not from the stars
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2015
Description: From an on-going SAB Collection, "Book of Sonnets"
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
English text
Not from the stars do I my judgment 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.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet XIV)