A Feast for the Worms
By Thomas Boston

Like sheep they are led to the grave, where death will be their shepherd. Their bodies will rot in the grave, far from their grand estates.

Psalm 49.14
Do not value yourselves on your beauty, which will rot in the grave. Remember the change which death makes on the fairest face.

You always overpower them and then they pass from the scene. You disfigure them in death and send them away.

Job 14.20.
Death makes the greatest beauty so loathsome that it must be buried out of sight.

And what though the body is gorgeously arrayed, the finest clothes are but badges of our sin and shame. and in a little time will be exchanged for a shroud, when the body will become a feast for the worms.