KNOW thou, that tread'st on learned Smyth inurn'd, Man is an hour-glass that is never turn'd; He is gone through; and we that stay behind Are in the upper glass, yet unrefin'd. When we are fit, with him so truly just, We shall fall down, and sleep with him in dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |