Poem by Robert Herrick

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. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon
2. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
3. Lovers How They Come and Part
4. To Carnations: a Song
5. The Lily in a Crystal

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