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

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