John Trapp on Psalms 49:12

Verſ. 12. Nevertheleſs man being in honour abideth not] Howſoever he think to eternalize himſelf, and be grown never ſo great, dye he muſt, whether Lord or Loſel; and dye like a beaſt, a carrion beaſt (unleſs he be the better man) but only for his pillow and bolſter. At one end of the Library at Dublin was a Globe, at the other a Skeliton; to ſhew, that though a man was Lord of all the World, yet hee muſt dye, his honour muſt be laid in the duſt. The mortal Sythe (ſaith one) is maſter of the royal Scepter, and it moweth down the Lillies of the Crown, as well as the Graſs of the field. Perperam accommodatur bic verſiculus, ſaith another: this verſe is not well interpreted of the firſt man Adam, to prove that he ſinned the ſame day wherein he was Created, and lodged not one night in Paradiſe.

He is like the beaſts that periſh] Fecoribus, morticiuis, ſaith Junius, the Beaſts that dye of the Murren, and ſo become Carrion, and are good for nothing.