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