Luyện nghe bài hát Vii. Madriiax - B - (sonnet Xciv)

They have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they do show,
Who, moving others, are as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to slow,
rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband riches from expense;
are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but of their excellence.
The flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only and die,
But if that flower with infection meet,
The basest outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far than weeds.