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Book 3.  Not all parts like, but all alike informd Which radiant light, as wing Iron with fire; If mettal, part eemd Gold, part Silver cleer; If tone, Carbuncle mot or Chryfolite, Rubie or Topaz, to the Twelve that hon In Aarons Bret-plate, and a tone beides Imagind rather oft then elewhere een, 610 That tone, or like to that which here below Philoophers in vain o long have fought, In vain, though by thir powerful Art they binde Volatil Hermes, and call up unbound In various hapes old Proteus from the Sea, Draind through a Limbec to his Native forme. What wonder then if fields and regions here Breathe forth Elixir pure, and Rivers run Potable Gold, when with one vertuous touch Th' Arch-chimic Sun o farr from us remote 620 Produces with Terretrial Humor mixt Here in the dark o many precious things Of colour glorious and effect o rare? Here matter new to gaze the Devil met Undazl'd, farr and wide his eye commands, For fight no obtacle found here, nor hade, But all Sun-hine, as when his Beams at Noon Culminate from th' Æquator, as they now Shot upward till direct, whence no way round Shadow from body opaque can fall, and the Aire, 630 No where o cleer, harp'nd his viual ray To objects ditant farr, whereby he oon Saw within kenn a glorious Angel tand, The ame whom John aw alo in the Sun: His back was turnd, but not his brightnes hid;