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

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