Poem from Power

January 18, 2017

THEY THAT HAVE POWER
They that have power to hurt, and will do none?
That do not do the thing, they most show,
Who moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense,
They are the Lord's 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 out-braves dignity:
For sweetest things turn sorest by their deeds,
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

 

-William Shakespeare

 

 

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