The Noble Nature
by Ben Jonson (1574-1637)

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 sear
⁠               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.

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