I keep collecting acorns because they will be gone soon. A multitude of acorns, some say, predict a harsh winter. I did another little plaque with the phrase written correctly. The lines were written by David Everett and the entire quote goes like this:
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,
Don’t view me with a critic’s eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
I still have some acorns. Don’t you agree that they are adorable?