Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Hour-Glass

That hour-glass which there you see
With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,
The humour was, as I have read,
But lovers' tears incrystalled.
Which, as they drop by drop do pass
From th' upper to the under-glass,
Do in a trickling manner tell,
By many a watery syllable,
That lovers' tears in lifetime shed
Do restless run when they are dead. 

1. Orpheus
2. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
3. Lovers How They Come and Part
4. The Kiss: A Dialogue
5. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis

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