this liquid fire, Fly,
It is more fatal then the dry,
That singly, but embracing, wounds;
And this at once
both burns and drowns.
that in heat
And flames doth cool his monstrous
Whose fan a glowing cake is said,
red furnace is afraid.
Viewing the ruby-christal
Thou tak'st it for heaven-christalline;
Anon thou wilt be taught to groan:
'Tis an ascended
A snow-ball heart in it let fall,
And take it out a fire-ball;
Ali icy breast in it
Breaks a destructive wild granade.
'Tis this makes Venus altars shine,
frosty Hymen's pine;
When the boy grows old in his
This flambeau doth new light his fires.
Though the cold hermit over wail,
sighs do freeze, and tears drop hail,
pass'd this, will ne'r
Another flaming purging fear.
The vestal drinking this doth burn
more than in her fun'ral urn;
Her fires, that with
the sun kept race,
Are now extinguish'd by her face.
The chymist, that himself doth still,
Let him but tast this limbecks bill,
And prove this
He'll swear it will calcine a soul.
Noble, and brave! now thou dost know
false prepared decks below,
Dost thou the fatal
One drop, alas! thy barque blowes up.
What airy country hast to save,
plagues thou'lt bury in thy grave?
For even now thou
seem'st to us
On this gulphs brink a Curtius.
And now th' art faln (magnanimous Fly)
where thine Ocean doth fry,
Like the Sun's son, who
blush'd the flood
To a complexion of blood.
Yet, see! my glad auricular
(though dissolv'd) a star,
Flaggy thy wings, and
scorch'd thy thighs,
Thou ly'st a double sacrifice.
And now my warming, cooling breath
a new life afford in death;
See! in the hospital of
Already cur'd, thou fierce do'st stand.
Burnt insect! dost thou reaspire
moist-hot-glasse and liquid fire?
I see 'tis such a
Thou would'st be scorch'd and drown'd