“It Is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make men better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear; 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.”

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The babble of childhood; pappo for pane , bread, and dindi for danari , money.