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Thursday, April 2, 2009
lily of day....
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 droop and die that night, It was the plant and flow'r of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.. ben johnson..