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, dry, bald and sere: A lil… - Ben Jonson

In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.

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.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

PEREGRINE
It seems, Sir, you know all.

POLITICK WOULD-BE
Not all, Sir: but
I have some general notions. I do love
To note, and to observe: though I live out
From the active torrent: yet I’ll mark
The currents and the passages of things
For mine own private use.

Art hath an enemy call'd ignorance.