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 The Four Elements. 105

Your Cannon's bootlefs and your powder too

Without mine aid, (alas) what can they do;

The adverfe walls not fliak'd, the Mines not blown

And in defpight the City keeps her own;

But I with one Granado or Petard

Set ope thofe gates, that 'fore fo ftrong were bar'd

Ye Hufband-men, 3^our Coulters made by me

Your Hooes " your Mattocks, & what e're you fee

Subdue the Earth, and fit it for your Grain

That fo it might in time requite your pain;

Though ftrong limb'd Vulcan forg'd it by his skill

I made it flexible unto his will;

Ye Cooks, your Kitchen implements I frame

Your Spits, Pots, Jacks, what elfe I need not name

Your dayly" food I wholfome make, I warm [7]

Your flirinking Limbs, which winter's cold doth harm

Ye Paraceljians too in vain's your skill

In Chymiftry, unlefs I help you Still.

And you Philofophers, if e're you made

A tranfmutation it was through mine aid.

Ye lilver Smiths, your Ure I do refine

What mingled lay with Earth I caufe to fliine;

But let me leave thefe things, m}^ flame afpires

To match on high w^ith the Celeftial fires:

The Sun an Orb of fire was held of old.

Our Sao-es new another tale have told:

But be he what they will,"" yet his afpe<5t

A burning fiery heat we find refle6l

" Ihares. ^ dainty. ■«' lift.

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