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The noble nature

July 11, 2008 – 4:15 am

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make Man better be;

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,

To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere:

A lily of a day

Is fairer far in May,

Although it fall and die that night –

It was the plant and flower of light.

In small proportions we just beauties see:

And in short measures life may perfect be.

Ben Johnson