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 outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse... The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes - 第 138 頁 William Shakespeare 著 - 1812 完整檢視 -
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