Classic Poem

Our famous Harvey ion of the blood,
And what was paradox we know
To be a demonstration now.
The like in bodies doth befall
Civil as well as natural
Such revolutions in them found
That they are alwaies turning round.
We know a kingdome which of late
Converted was into a State:
And from the hands of many men,
That State devolv'd to one agen.
We know that wealth, which now doth flow
I'th' City veins did lately grow
I'th' Country furrowes, and the same
Soon runs to th' place from whence it came.
We know our bodie's frame, of dust
At first created was, and must
Crumble to dust ere long; we see
Not one from dissolution free.
We know, or what's equivalent,
Believe our souls, which God first sent
To make our bodies move and live,
Shall go to Him who them did give;
When once their Maker them commands,
They strait return into His hands.
Thus we see almost every thing
Circling about as in a ring.
The Winter-season of the yeer,
Is now turn'd Summer everywhere.
This Summer will to Winter turn,
And that freeze which before did burn.
Rivers which borrow from the main
Their streames, do pay them back again.
Since nothing under heaven hath rest
But floating up and down, 'tis best
To look above, and fix mine eyes
Where not a shadow of change lyes:
No variation there, but all,
pacifical
Go then my dust to dust, but thou my soul
Return unto thy rest above the pole.