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 tall.
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May
Although it falls and dies 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 JONSON
Doth : does
Log : lump of wood
Bald : hairless
