Story of BEN JONSON
LESSON NAME-THE PERFECT
AUTHOR NAME-BEN JONSON (1573-1637)
ABOUT THE POET
Ben Jonson is more famous for his plays than for his poetry. He was not only contemporary of William Shakespeare but also his friend. He was born in London and got education at the West Minister. He did a lot of work including a large number of poem. His famous books are-Every Man in his Humour, The Alchemist, Silent Woman, Cejanus and Catiline.
CENTRAL IDEA OF THE POEM
The poem'The Perfect Life' presents the picture of life through beautiful and contrasting image. The poet says that a short and meaningful life is far better than a life that is long but uneventful. The poet compares the long life to an oak tree that grows tall and lasts for hundreds of years but is of no use to anyone.On the other hand, a lily is short-lived but it spreads sweetness and beauty all around. It given joy to the people. Ben Jonson, in short, says life can be made beautiful and perfect even in a small life span.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be,
Or standing as 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 o'light.
In small proportions we just beauties see.
And in short measures life may perfect be.
AUTHOR NAME-BEN JONSON (1573-1637)
ABOUT THE POET
CENTRAL IDEA OF THE POEM
The poem'The Perfect Life' presents the picture of life through beautiful and contrasting image. The poet says that a short and meaningful life is far better than a life that is long but uneventful. The poet compares the long life to an oak tree that grows tall and lasts for hundreds of years but is of no use to anyone.On the other hand, a lily is short-lived but it spreads sweetness and beauty all around. It given joy to the people. Ben Jonson, in short, says life can be made beautiful and perfect even in a small life span.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be,
Or standing as 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 o'light.
In small proportions we just beauties see.
And in short measures life may perfect be.
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