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As truth and beauty shall together thrive
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert:
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert:
Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
  Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.}}
  Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.}}


''William Shakespeare (Sonnet XIV)''
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  • (Posted 2016-11-25)  CPDL #42048:   
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: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Description: From an on-going SAB Collection, "Book of Sonnets"

External websites: http://www.graymichael.com

Original text and translations

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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)