… 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. Shakespeare Sonnet 94 … 夏の花は、夏に甘い香りをまき散らす 実りなくこっそりと枯れていくのに だけど、ひとたび忌まわしい病にかかると 卑しい野の花よりもみじめな姿をさらす どれほどうつくしくとも行い次第で醜いものになる