So that of Hyle, nor Chaos, nor quintessence high Is there any generation to multiply
In species or kinde here in Earth below Of creatures abiding under the sky
But the four elements do make influence By their special powers into all things below As they are simple and pure in kind
And into every thing do put quintessence To reap such seed thereof: as men do sow
In every species together we them find Creating Sulphur, Salt, and Argent vive
The inward bodies of things that make them thrive Whose gross bodies to destroy, if we them have We must not spare thereof to deprave Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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