Fat gluttonies best orator: at last
295So long hee hath flowen, and hath flowen so fast
That many leagues at sea, now tir'd hee lyes,
And with his prey, that till then languisht, dies:
The soules no longer foes, two wayes did erre,
The fish I follow, and keepe no calender
300Of the other; he lives yet in some great officer.
XXXI.
Into an embrion fish, our Soule is throwne,
And in due time throwne out againe, and growne