By
John Donne.
Nor, holy Janus, in whose soveraigne boate
The Church, and all the Monarchies did floate;
That swimming Colledge, and free Hospital
OF all mankinde, that cage and vivarie
Of fowles, and beasts, in whose wombe, Destinie
Us, and our latest nephews did install
(From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All,)
Did'st thou in that great stewardship embarke
So diverse shapes into that floating parke,
As have been moved, and inform'd by this heavenly sparke.
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