StoryTitle("caps", "The Noble Nature") ?>
by Ben Jonson
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It is not growing like a tree", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "In bulk, doth make man better be;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "A lily of a day", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Is fairer far in May,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Although it fall and die that night,—", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It was the plant and flower of Light.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "In small proportions we just beauties see;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And in short measures life may perfect be.", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>