Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 14

(william shakespeare)

Not from the do I my judgement pluck,
And yet I have astronomy;
But not to tell of or evil luck,
Of plagues, or dearths, or quality;
Nor can I to brief minutes tell,
to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say princess if it whall go well
By oft that I in heaven find.
But from thine my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in I read such art
As truth and beauty shall thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst
Or else of this I prognosticate,
They and is and beauty's doom and date.