An Elegy Upon the Most Victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus

In such a tide of mindes, that every hour
Do ebb and flow, by what inspiring power,
By what instinct of grace I cannot tell,
Dost thou resolve so much, and yet so well?
While foolish men whose reason is their sence,
Still wandring in the worlds circumference:
Though holding passions reins with strictest hand
Dost firm and fixed in the Center stand.
Thence thou art setled, other-while they tend
To rove about the circle finde no end.
Thy book I read, and read it with delight,
Resolving so to live as thou dost write. (15-26)

Look how the Circles drawn by Compass meet
Indivisibly joyned head to feet,
And by continued points which them unite
Grow at once Circular and Infinite:
So did thy Fate and honour now contend
To match thy brave beginning with thy end.
Therefore thou hadst instead of Passing bells
The Drums and Cannons thunder for thy knells;
And in the Field thou did'st triumphing dy,
Closing thy eye-lids with a victory:
That so by thousands who there lost their breath
King-like thou might'st be waited on in death. (73-84)