By John Donne
And whether by this change she lose or win,
out next, where the Ape would have gone in.
Adam and Eve
had mingled bloods, and now
Like Chimiques equall fires, her temperate
Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become
liver, that did richly allow,
Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow,
Life-keeping moisture unto every part;
Part hardned it selfe to a
Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits do impart.