LIKE as the damask rose you see,
  Or like the blossom on the tree,
  Or like the dainty flower in May,
  Or like the morning of the day,
  Or like the sun, or like the shade,
  Or like the gourd which Jonas had,—
  E’en such is man; whose thread is spun,
  Drawn out, and cut, and so is done.—
The rose withers, the blossom...