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William
Shakespeare, Sonnet XIV
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.
Music:
Ralph Vaughan Williams, “Fantasia
on Greensleeves“,
from Sir
John
in Love, opera
adapted from William Shakespeare’s The
Merry
Wives
of Windsor,
1928
Nino
Rota, Nocturne from The Taming of the Shrew (1967),
conducted by Carlo Savina