September Poetry -- 4 of --n

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From: js@cs.vu.nl (J$)
Newsgroups: nl.eeuwig.september
Subject: September Poetry -- 4 of --n
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 23:21:35 +0200
Organization: Diff'rent colours, made of tears
Message-ID: <js-3009962321360001@js.home.phil.ruu.nl>

         The Hour Glass
        -- Ben Jonson --


    Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
        By atoms mov¹d:
    Could you believe that this the body was
        Of one that lov¹d;
    And in his mistress¹ flame playing like a fly,
    Was turned to cinders by her eye:
    Yes; and in death, as life unblest,
       To have¹t exprest,
    Even ashes of lovers find no rest.