A blast of wind, a momentary breath, A wat'ry bubble symbolized with air, A sun-blown rose, but for a season fair, A ghostly glance, a skeleton of d**h; A morning dew, pearling the gra** beneath, Whose moisture sun's appearance doth impair; A lightning glimpse, a muse of thought and care, A planet's shot, a shade which followeth, A voice which vanisheth so soon as heard, The thriftless heir of time, a rolling wave, A show, no more in action than regard, A ma** of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.