Sonnet XCIV
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They that have power to hurt and will do none, | 1
That do not do the thing they most do show, | 2
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, | 3
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, | 4
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces | 5
And husband nature's riches from expense; | 6
They are the lords and owners of their faces, | 7
Others but stewards of their excellence. | 8
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, | 9
Though to itself it only live and die, | 10
But if that flower with base infection meet, | 11
The basest weed outbraves his dignity: | 12
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; | 13
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. | 14
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