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Six?

First, with body naked as your hand, Festooned about with crystal flacons, full O' th' tears the early morning dew distils ; My body to the sun's fierce rays exposed To let it suck me up, as 't sucks the dew !

Ah ! That makes one !

And then, the second way, To generate wind - for my impetus - To rarefy air, in a cedar case, By mirrors placed icosahedron-wise.

Two!

Or - for I have some mechanic skill - To make a grasshopper, with springs of steel, And launch myself by quick succeeding fires Saltpetre-fed to the stars' pastures blue !

Three !