Sonnet 94
They that have power to hurt and will
do none
«William Shakespeare»
They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the
thing, they most do show,
Who moving others,
are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to
temptation slow:
They rightly do
inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's
riches from expense,
Tibey are the lords
and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards
of their excellence:
The summer's flower
is to the summer sweet,
Though to it self, it
only live and die,
But if that flower
with base infection meet,
The basest weed
outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things
turn sourest by their deeds,
Lilies that fester,
smell far worse than weeds.
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