For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:
Ver. 24. All flesh is grass] To live is but to lie dying. Can a picture continue that is drawn upon the ice? Faenea quadam faelicitate temporaliter florent, saith Austin, after David, Psalms 37:2. The wicked flourish as grass, but they shall be cut down in their flourish.