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

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