By John Donne
his right arme he thrust out towards East
West-ward his left; th'ends did themselves digest
into ten lesser strings, these fingers were:
And as a slumberer stretching on his bed,
This way he this and that way scattered
His other legge, which feet with toes upbeare.
Frew on his middle parts, the first day, haire,
To show, that in loves businesse hee should still
A dealer bee, and be us'd well, or ill:
His apples kindle, his leaves, force of conception kill.