All Flesh Is Grass. And All Its Glory Fades Like The Fair Flower Dishevell'd In The Wind; Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream; The Man We Celebrate Must Find A Tomb, And We That Worship Him, Ignoble Graves.

-William Cowper

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All Flesh Is Grass. And All Its

William Cowper

All Flesh Is Grass. And All Its Glory Fades Like The Fair Flower Dishevell'd In The Wind; Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream; The Man We Celebrate Must Find A Tomb, And We That Worship Him, Ignoble Graves.

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Death

Dream

Flower

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.

Giving

Reform

Charity