Lament, and cry, and groan;
They now desir’d their Metempsychosis;
Not onely do dispute, but wish
That they might turn to beasts, or fowls, or fish.
If the Platonicks had been here,
They would have curs’d their Masters year,
When all things shall be as they were,
When they again the same disease should bear:
And all Philosophers would now,
What the great Stagyrite shall do,