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 /> <br />A lily of a day <br />is fairer 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 />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-noble-nature/
