The Hour-Glass

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Title:     The Hour-Glass
Author: Ben Jonson [More Titles by Jonson]

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.

[The end]
Ben Jonson's poem: Hour-Glass

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