Calcutta nr. 93
Since the world came not to pass at the will of a wise man
The heavens are seven in number if you, or, if you like, eight,
Since you must die, & all things that must be are (fixed)
What dust it must swallow in the tomb, & what wolf in the wilderness
Since never the Sphere yet turned as a wise man would,
What boots it seven heavens to reckon, and eight, what good?
Since all thy desires and endeavours are death-ensued,
As well be the ant in the sand as the wolf in the wood!