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, moving others, are as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's
And husband nature's riches expense;
They are the lords and of their faces,
Others but of their excellence.
The summer's is to the summer sweet,
Though to it only live and die,
But if that flower with infection meet,
The basest outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far than weeds.