(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.

• After The Ceasefire
• Alone
• Annabel Lee
• Ballad of The Soldier's Wife
• Blazing Away
• Comrade
• Danny Boy
• Electra
• File It Under Fun from The Past
• For Wanting You
• Go Away from My World
• Great Expectations
• Hang It on Your Heart
• I Saw Three Ships A-sailing
• I've Done It Again
• Incarceration of a Flower Child
• Insane Asylum
• Irony
• Is This What I Get for Loving You ?
• Les Prisons Du Roy
• Lies
• Love Got Lost
• Mad About The Boy
• Madame George
• Marathon Kiss
• Misplaced Love
• My Only Friend
• Over Here
• Self-imposed Exile
• Sexual Terrorist
• Sister Morphine
• Somebody Loves You
• Something Better
• Sonnet 14
• Summer Nights
• The Absent Touch
• The Hawk
• The Letter
• The Skye Boat Song
• The Trial
• Time
• Tower of Song
• Trouble in Mind
• Vagabond Ways
• When I Find My Life
• Who Will Take My Dreams Away ?
• Wilder Shores of Love
• Without Blame