--From "HENRY VIII." * * * * * BEN JONSON ENGLAND, 1574-1637 THE NOBLE NATURE 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. * * * * * JOHN MILTON ENGLAND, 1608-1674 SONG ON A MAY MORNING Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. * * * * * ISAAC WATTS ENGLAND, 1674-1748 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home: Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,