StoryTitle("caps", "Sonnet XCIV") ?>
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "They that have power to hurt and will do none, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That do not do the thing they most do show, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow— ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And husband nature's riches from expense; ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "They are the Lords and owners of their faces, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Others, but stewards of their excellence. ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Though to itself it only live and die;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "But if that flower with base infection meet, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The basest weed outbraves his dignity: ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.", "") ?>
Poet("William Shakespeare", "1564-1616") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>