You d scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Dont view me with a critics eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.1
Lines written for a School Declamation.
Note 1. The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.Lewis Duncombe (17111730): De Minimus Maxima (translation). [back]