Coil - Vii. Madriiax - B - (sonnet Xciv) lyrics

rate me

They that have power to hurt and will do none,<br />

That do not do the thing they most do show,<br />

Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,<br />

Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,<br />

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces<br />

And husband nature's riches from expense;<br />

They are the lords and owners of their faces,<br />

Others but stewards of their excellence.<br />

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,<br />

Though to itself it only live and die,<br />

But if that flower with base infection meet,<br />

The basest weed outbraves his dignity:<br />

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;<br />

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.