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Rh to know his place?" How is this extended by the most celebrated amplifier of our age?

Canst thou set forth th' ethereal mines on high, Which the refulgent ore of light supply? Is the celestial furnace to thee known, In which I melt the golden metal down? Treasures, from whence I deal out light as fast, As all my stars and lavish suns can waste.

The same author has amplified a passage in the civth psalm; "he looks on the earth, and it trembles. He touches the hills, and they smoke."

The hills forget they're fix'd, and in their fright Cast off their weight, and ease themselves for flight: The woods with terrour wing'd outfly the wind, And leave the heavy, panting hills behind.

You here see the hills not trembling, but shaking off woods from their backs, to run the faster: after this you are presented with a foot-race of mountains and woods, where the woods distance the mountains, that, like corpulent pursy fellows, come puffing and panting a vast way behind them.

HAT the true authors of the profund are to imitate diligently the examples in their own way, is not to be questioned, and that divers have by this means attained to a depth, whereunto their own weight could never have carried them, is evident by sundry instances,