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58. On an Hower-glasse.
Mans life is like an Hower-glasse, whereinEach severall sand that passes is a Sin;
And when the latest sand is spent and run;
Our Sinnes are finisht, as our lives are done.
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Each severall sand that passes is a Sin;
And when the latest sand is spent and run;
Our Sinnes are finisht, as our lives are done.