Chapter XXVIII

Now ev’ry different Sect agrees
Against their common adversary the disease,
And all their little wranglings cease;
The _Pythagoreans_ from their precepts swerve,
No more their silence they observe,
Out of their Schools they run,
Lament, and cry, and groan;
They now desir’d their Metempsychosis;
Not onely do dispute, but wish
That they might turn to beasts, or fowls, or fish.
If the _Platonicks_ had been here,
They would have curs’d their Masters year,
When all things shall be as they were,
When they again the same disease should bear:
And all Philosophers would now,
What the great _Stagyrite_ shall do,
Themselves into the waters head-long throw.