"_By why relate I every singular? Since all the world's great fortunes and affairs Forward and backward rapt and whirlèd are, According to the music of the spheres; And Chance herself her nimble feet upbears On a round slippery wheel, that rolleth aye, And turns all states with her impetuous sway._ 60. "_Learn then to dance you, that are princes born And lawful Lords of earthly creatures all; Imitate them, and thereof take no scorn, For this new Art to them is natural. And imitate the stars celestial; For when pale Death your vital twist shall sever, Your better parts must dance with them for ever._" 61. _Thus LOVE persuades, and all the crowd of men That stands around, doth make a murmuring, As when the wind, loosed from his hollow den, Among the trees a gentle bass doth sing; Or as a brook, through pebbles wandering: But in their looks, they uttered this plain speech,_ "_That they would learn to dance, if LOVE would teach._" 62. _Then, first of all, he doth demonstrate plain, The motions seven that are in Nature found; Upward and downward, forth and back again, To this side, and to that, and turning round: Whereof a thousand Brawls he doth compound, Which he doth teach unto the multitude; And ever, with a turn they must conclude._ 63. _As when a Nymph arising from the land, Leadeth a dance, with her long watery train, Down to the sea, she wries to every hand, And every way doth cross the fertile plain; But when, at last, she falls into the Main, Then all her traverses concluded are, And with the sea her course is circular._ 64. _Thus, when, at first, LOVE had them marshallèd, (As erst he did the shapeless mass of things) He taught them Rounds and winding Heyes to tread, And about trees to cast themselves in rings: As the two Bears, whom the First Mover flings With a short turn about Heaven's Axle-tree, In a round dance for ever wheeling be._ 65. _But after these, as men more civil grew, He did more grave and solemn Measures frame; With such fair order and proportion true, And correspondence every way the same, That no fault-finding eye did ever blame: For every eye was movèd at the sight With sober wondering, and with sweet delight._ 66. _Not those old students of the heavenly book, ATLAS the great, PROMETHEUS the wise; Which on the stars did all their lifetime look, Could ever find such measures in the skies, So full of change and rare varieties: Yet all the feet whereon these measures go Are only Spondees, solemn, grave, and slow._ 67.