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It's Not Growing Like a Tree

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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Ben Jonson, an estimable playwright and poet himself, has also also written a delightful tribute to Shakespeare.

"Soul of the age!
The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage!"

Read Jonson's To The Memory of My Beloved Master William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us .