Investigation of Growth and Microenvironment of the Glioblastoma

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 falls and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of Light.

Fungino genere est: capite se totum tegit.

Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.