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 A nyght tymes take thou heede of it, for if thou taste the same A nyghttymes, it will hurt. But if thou drink it in the day It hurteth not. Thus lakes and streames (as well perceyve yee may) Have divers powres and diversly. Even so the tyme hathe beene That Delos which stands stedfast now, on waves was floting seene. And Galyes have beene sore afrayd of frusshing by the Iles Symplegads which togither dasht uppon the sea erewhyles, But now doo stand unmovable ageinst bothe wynde and tyde. Mount Aetna with his burning Oovens of brimstone shall not byde Ay fyrye: neyther was it so for ever erst. For whither The earth a living creature bee, and that to breathe out hither And thither flame, great store of vents it have in sundry places, And that it have the powre to shift those vents in divers caces, Now damming theis, now opening those, in moving to and fro: Or that the whisking wynds restreynd within the earth bylowe, Doo beate the stones ageinst the stones, and other kynd of stuffe Of fyrye nature, which doo fall on fyre with every puffe: Assoone as those same wynds doo cease, the caves shall streight bee cold. Or if it bee a Rozen mowld that soone of fyre takes hold, Or brimstone mixt with clayish soyle on fyre dooth lyghtly fall: Undowtedly assoone as that same soyle consumed shall No longer yeeld the fatty foode to feede the fyre withall, And ravening nature shall forgo her woonted nourishment, Then being able to abyde no longer famishment, For want of sustenance it shall cease his burning. I doo fynd By fame, that under Charlsis wayne in Pallene are a kynd Of people which by dyving thryce three tymes in Triton lake Becomme all fethred, and the shape of birdes uppon them take. The Scythian witches also are reported for to doo The selfsame thing (but hardly I give credit therunto) By smearing poyson over all theyr bodyes. But (and if A man to matters tryde by proof may saufly give beleef,) Wee see how flesh by lying still a whyle and ketching heate Dooth turne to little living beastes. And yit a further feate, Go kill an Ox and burye him, (the thing by proof man sees) And of his rotten flesh will breede the flowergathering Bees, Which as theyr father did before, love feeldes exceedingly,