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mon grass in gayness, a little comelier, and better 
apparelled than it, but partakes of its frail and 
fading nature. It hath no privilège nor immunity 
that way : yea, of the two is the less durable, and usually 
shorter-lived ; at the least, it decays with it. ‘ The 
grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away.’ ” 
“ Ail flesh is as grass” or, as it is even more 
forcibly rendered by the Prophet Isaiah, “ail flesh 
is grass” Like grass, our bodies are beautifully and 
wonderfully made, and every part of our frame has 
its appointed office. Like it, too, they are frail. 
“ In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up; in 
the evening it is eut down and withereth.” We pass 
through a meadow in June, and admire the slight 
flowers waving with every breath : we pass again the 
next day, and we startle to see them laid low. A 
heavy storm, perchance, has done the work ; or the 
scythe of the mower has laid them prostrate on the 
ground whence they first arose, and what was once 
the object of admiration will become the food of 
cattle. And thus it is with man’s life. One day 
he is in health and vigour, scheming pleasures, 
looking forward through a long vista of years, and 
saying to his soûl, “ Take thine ease, eat, drink, 
