The Houre-glasse.

THat Houre-glasse, which there ye see
With Water fill'd, (Sirs, credit me)
The humour was, (as I have read)
But Lovers tears inchristalled.
Which, as they drop by drop doe passe
From th'upper to the under-glasse,
Do in a trickling mannner tell,
(By many a watrie syllable)
That Lovers tears in life-time shed,
Do restless run when they are dead.