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;
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
~Shakespeare, Sonnet XIV
Credit: Waldemar and Max
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