First follow nature, and your judgment frame
By her just standard, which in time will fall:
The earth one day may well expire in flame.
It’s no thing ill, for this celestial ball
To render back to cosmic dust our due
And add the atoms back that form us all.
Never out of nature, we can’t hew
To flesh or all that it contains of mind.
Nobody stays a body beyond her true
Embrace. So cast your lot upon her wind-
ing gyre for gold will be to fire consigned.