The Noble Nature: BEN JONSON

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.

Photographer: Martina Nicolls