Is all grass? Make you no distinction? No; all is grass; or if you will
have some other name, be it so. Once, this is true, that all flesh is
grass; and if that glory which shines so much in your eyes must have a
difference, then this is all that it can have—it is but the flower of
that same grass; somewhat above the common grass in gayness, a little
comelier and better appareled than it, but partakes of its frail and
fading nature. It hath no privilege nor immunity that way; yea, of the
two is less durable, and usually shorter lived; at the last it decays
with it. “The grass withereth; and the flower thereof fadeth away.”