Charles H. Spurgeon on Psalms 78:39

A wind that passeth away.

"The secret wheels of hurrying time do give

So short a warning, and so fast they drive,

That I am dead before I seem to live.

And what's a life? a weary pilgrimage,

Whose glory in one day doth fill thy stage

With childhood, manhood, and decrepid age.

And what's a life? the flourishing army

Of the proud summer meadow, which today

Wears her green plush, and is tomorrow hay.

And what's a life? a blast sustained with clothing,

Maintained with food, retained with vile self loathing,

Then weary of itself, again to nothing." Francis Quarles.