And we begin.
> > 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.** > > > — [Ben > Jonson](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Jonson "Ben Jonson, English Poet") > > >Let this be our guiding principle.