by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637)

The hourglass
Language: English 
Do but consider this small dust
Here running 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,
Turned to cinders by her eye?
Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed,
    To have't expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.


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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-28
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Word count: 58