On Cleombrotus

Soon as Cleombrotus th' Ambraciot read
Grave Plato's Phaedo that discours'd how dead
This life is; after which the soul should be
Cloath'd with a robe of Immortalitie.
Mistaking him; himself did fondly drown,
And cryd thus chang'd my crook is for a Crown.
Alas! poor blind deceived Mortal he
Made too much hast to Immortalitie:
Who'd take by force what may be giv'n him? since
Heav'n ne'r was purchas'd by such violence?