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