Sonnet 30

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 than weeds.

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English playwright, poet, and actor. Widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist.

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