It is not growing like a tree <br />In bulk doth make Man better be; <br />Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, <br />To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: <br />A lily of a day <br />Is fairer far in May, <br />Although it fall and die that night— <br />It was the plant and flower of light. <br />In small proportions we just beauties see; <br />And in short measures life may perfect be.<br /><br />Benjamin Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-not-growing-like-a-tree/
