ANOTHER ON THE SAME
by John Milton
Here lieth one who did most truly prove
That he could never die while he could move
So hung his destiny never to rot
While he might still jogg onand keep his trot
Made of sphear-metalnever to decay
Untill his revolution was at stay.
Time numbers motionyet (without a crime
'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time:
And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight
His principles being ceasthe ended strait.
Rest that gives all men lifegave him his death
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm
Too long vacation hastned on his term.
Meerly to drive the time away he sickn'd
Faintedand diednor would with Ale be quickn'd;
Nayquoth heon his swooning bed out-stretch'd
If I may not carrysure Ile ne're be fetch'd
But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers
For one Carrier put down to make six bearers.
Ease was his chief diseaseand to judge right
He di'd for heavines that his Cart went light
His leasure told him that his time was com
And lack of loadmade his life burdensom
That even to his last breath (ther be that say't)
As he were prest to deathhe cry'd more waight;
But had his doings lasted as they were
He had bin an immortall Carrier.
Obedient to the Moon he spent his date
In cours reciprocaland had his fate
Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas
Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase:
His Letters are deliver'd all and gon
Onely remains this superscription. - -