“ ‘All things are mix’d of these, which all contain, And into these are all resolved again: Earth rarifies to dew; expanded more, The subtle dew in air begins to soar; Spreads, as she flies, and weary of her name Extenuates still, and changes into flame; Thus having by degrees perfection won, Restless they soon untwist the web they spun, And fire begins to lose her radiant hue, Mix’d with gross air, and air descends to dew; And dew condensing, does her form forego, And sinks a heavy lump of earth below.

“ ‘Thus are their figures never at a stand, But changed by nature’s innovating hand; All things are alter’d, nothing is destroy’d, The shifted scene for some new show employ’d.