Sonnet+94

Sonnet 94
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They that have power to hurt and will do **none**, That do **not** do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, **Un**moved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do **inherit** heaven's graces And husband nature's **riches** from expense; They are the **lords** and **owners** of their faces, Others but stewards of their **excellence**. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For **sweetest** things turn **sourest** by their deeds;
 * Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. **