by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637)

The hour glass
Language: English 
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
            By atoms moved :
Could you believe that this the body was
            Of one that loved ;
And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly,
Was turned to cinders by her eye :
Yes ; and in death, as life unblest,
            To have't exprest,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest. 


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This text was added to the website: 2009-04-22
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