That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.


The Poetical Works of G. H. With a Memoir of the Author, and Notes, by... R. A. Willmott (ed. 1855)


That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.