Translate the sonnet into modern speak. It does not have to follow Iambic Pentameter.

Sonnet 14.

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.

I do not form judgments on the stars, but it seems to me that I know astrology. I cannot predict good or bad things - plagues, famines or the quality of a season. I cannot precisely predict all the hardships that someone will have to experience. I cannot tell princes if everything will be alright by looking at the heaven. What I can predict, however, is the future when I look into your eyes. In those reliable guides, I see that truth and beauty will only thrive if your attributes are passed on to a child. In any other case, I predict that when you die, so will truth and beauty.

Explanation:

Sonnet 14 is one of 154 sonnets written by William Shakespeare. It was written as a procreation sonnet within the Fair Youth sequence. In this poem, the speaker tells us about foreseeing the future. He claims that he cannot predict what is going to happen by looking at the stars and the sky. As he describes it, the eyes of a loved one will tell him everything instead.

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