The Circle
Those that the hidden Chimick art profess
And vizet Nature in her Morning dress
To Mercurie and sulpher filterys give
That they consum'd with Love may live
In their Posterytie and in them shine 5
Though they their beeing unto them resign
Glorying to shine in silver and in Gold
Which fretting vermill poyson doth infold
Forgetting quite that they were once refin'd
By time and Fate to dust are all Calcind 10
lying obliviated in their Urn
Till they to their great ancesters return
Soe Man the Universe's chiefest Glory
His primitive's Dust (alas) doth end his story