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.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-xciv-they-that-have-power-to-hurt-and-wi/
