Vntill it brings the Spring about againe,
With all those Resurrections, which appeare,
To wait upon her comming, every yeare.
These Roundells, helpe to shew the Mystery
Of that immense and blest Eternitie,
From whence the Creature sprung, and, into whom
It shall, againe, with full perfection come,
When those Additions, it hath fully had,
Which all the sev'rall Orbes of Time can add.
It is a full, and fairely written Scrowle,