Broken glass lay scattered all over the road.

It was this boy that broke the windowpane.

The boy broke the window with a baseball last weekend.

It came in a handsome wooden box and contained a rack for test tubes, glass bottles of powerful powders, a little packet of sensitive paper (litmus, I think), a glass rod, the manual and suitably exciting poison labels.

The place is deep in broken glass.

The bottle is made of glass.

Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

When I tried to set the glass down in the sink my hand slipped and it shattered to pieces.

Don't touch the glass.

Hey! Your baseball just broke my window.