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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