Few lines from Benjamin Johnson

Posted on December 19, 2004 |
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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.



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