Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Wednesday ~ January 13, 2016

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.

( Willian Shakespeare, 1954 - 1616)


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