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PART VI

POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND

REFLECTION

THE NOBLE NATURE

From "An Ode to Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison "

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. Ben Jonson [1573?-1637)

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